Literature
The End of Luuctine's Curse
An iron-studded leather glove pressed a fist-print into the packed snow as its Al’Miren owner struggled back to her knees. Her body shivered violently, half from the freezing, whipping winds, and half from the trail of blood painting the snow behind her. She squinted ahead as everything in her sight swam dizzily for a few seconds while her vision adjusted itself.
“I don’t know what you want,” she rasped. Just ahead of her stood an unflinching spirit panther, icy blue tail flitting about gently. Its cold eyes somehow appeared sympathetic now, but it made no motion to help her. It stared expectantly, silently urging