The Perfect Silence of the Night
Fingers of vapour misted above the distant mountains, dancing on the air.
Aware only of themselves, the humans feasted on their wine and cheese and each other, their voices wrapped in the mist.
Vipunin watched them from his hiding place at the edge of the forest, scarcely aware of his friend Cuchulain rustling impatiently by his side.
The humans had conjured up visions Vipunin had tried to forget, visions of long ago when he was a man, not a monster.
His life had been as perfect as a man’s life could be.
How could he have been such a fool?
But how could any man resist Alliyra?
Yet…if he had been strong…he would be dead…long ago…instead of standing in the Verdant Valley centuries later.
Ah, Vipunin sighed, that night! It came back to him in a flash like it was yesterday…
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