J.J Stirling

Five Walls of Nunten

To say that the people from Nunten had forgotten what happened twelve years before would be almost true if not for Gellin and his brother, whose memories stretched back before that of their younger brothers who were still approaching the age of adulthood of eleven. Much had changed in the eyes of Gellin, but he was stout and firm and showed little of the world that he remembered. It’s soft hues and great expanses that flowed from foot to horizon; endless seas of twitching grass that swayed and swam like murmurations of swallows, all was now but a memory.