Fable
The Trifecta
Yemo's eyes opened slowly . He was on his back looking up to a green canopy overhead. He laid there for a minute, eyes focused on the scenery. A light mist hung over his head and weaved its spell through the thickened branches. Where was he and how did he get here? He could not recall the day before, or many days before, but his mind tried to drift back to years gone by. He was old as the mountains, no doubt about it. He could not remember the day or the time, or when he was born. He saw some visions of something when he closed his eyes, a figure here, and battle there, but hard as he tried straining, he could not identify where he was now and what he had been doing.
By compassion243 years ago in Fiction









