The Myst of Eerie
an excerpt

Could it have been fate, perhaps, that bound us on our journey? First the cavern, then the dungeon, and now the forest. We were on a hopeless journey, traveling against our will to an unknown place of which I knew only the name and that which all knew, no secret at all. We traversed this great distance to reach the ruins of a forsaken fortress, ruins, I tell you. We were all insane. Even I, for I did little to stop them. I knew of nothing that I could do, but I could have tried. Yet I did not, so we went on. Our small company trusted no one. Not even each other. A poet, a blacksmith, two bounty hunters, a dethroned princess, and two children on a journey unfit for flesh and blood. Who knew where it might lead us? Who knew who we would leave behind? The friends we would make, the lives that we would lose… It was hopeless. Utterly hopeless. For Ariadnë, perhaps, there was hope. But her hope was a hope of a different kind. It was dark and binding, it would never release her. Already it had consumed her. Hope, true hope, was something of a different kind, and unless Ariadnë had a change of heart there was no hope for my cousin and me. Fate had brought us here. Perhaps we yet had some part to play in this struggle that would decide the fate of Amaryllis. But I knew so very little. Hope had turned against us.