Short Stories Archive

The December Wind

It is only in this time of year when Ashftzion, the great zephyr, passes the northern reaches and drags southward the snows of Saphreal. Man and elf-kind rejoice, branding it a season of conviviality and altruism, and beasts retire from their feral lives to take long slumber throughout the wintry occupation. But the lord of winds cares not for mortal happenings; he cares for but …