Fiction

Prologue

The night air sang with a million sounds. It was heavy with the rich symphony of wild-life that always appealed to Krista. She took a deep breath that was let out with a sigh. Of all the nights to be stuck at home, she thought morosely to herself. She could smell the rich fertile scents of the world around her. The trees heavy with multi-colored leaves gave off the fragrant smell that only summer brings. She could see an occasional creature of the night fly by in the light from the warded torch. She placed her hands lightly on the smooth warm wood of the railing that surrounded her high perch and sighed again.