Ghost of Dalmos

beside me, and footprints like that of a giant wing creature were on the sand. I sat up and my eyes travelled round the room. "How did I get here?" I asked myself. "I am supposed to be in a swamp

I just could not figur

o with this evil meal? I better dispose of it before it robs me of my place in the congregation of men." As I contemplated about disposing the fruit, another thought flew into my head. "No need to let the fruit go! That's not a good ide

l kinds of items from fruits to meat. It was like a very busy market in the heart of a desert. I scratched my head, sighed

that all the faces in the market had a striking resemblance, and their heads were like an avocado pea! Since I had more important i

ed to the Town Crier, he mounted a platform in the heart of the market. There was deafening silence as

out. After stabilizing his breath, the young man spoke in his dialect a

cleared their tables and their shops locked. They took to their heels, facing a direction with good speed. Not knowing w

hased us. Gradually I began to piece the whole thing together. The Town Crier must have wa

e. This prompted me to fling a glance behind at intervals. My heart sank when I

ck of wolves. Then it dawned on me that I was the person that the wolves were actually after. The peo

wolves had come out of their lair. I was foolish to think that we were all in the sa

med to be catching up with me. One of the wolves bared its fang and pounced to rob me of

miracle as it was the case in the swamp. I went for it an

ighted room inside the mountain. Now the wolves had also f

my corner, the wolves finally emerged, baring their fangs and snarling at me