Heather Holliday

The Forsaken

On the shores of once upon a long time ago, an old, abandoned shrine stands guard over the dilapidated, little town of Orinshire. Each and every night, as the sun approaches the horizon, the strong, solemn staccato of the shrine’s bell punctuates the quiet shuffle of life below. The streets empty of people, in unison everyone files into their ramshackle homes; ‘closed’ signs simultaneously snap in storefronts; and a resounding ‘click’ of doors locking into place echoes throughout the forsaken town.