Moonthorn Nights

The footsteps came closer and closer eventually landing directly next to him .Matt whirled around bracig himself for the confrontation of the face behind those steps.But ther was noone there...only the sound of the wind in his ears.He searched in every direction ,still no one.The fog made it difficult to see clearly,this was true,but he swore those footsteps were practically upon him.He continued to walk and was stopped short by a soft voice in his ear..."Matteooo...she speaks in riddles but the truth is there hidden" Again he whirled around frantically searching for the source.He knew that sweet voice,would recofgnize it anywhere ,for it belonged to Poppy,his dear Poppy,and she was the only one to ever call him by his full name. But Poppy,she had died,he had held her she breathed her last breath ..how could this be?.."P-Poppy?" he asked meekly ,both afraid of an answer and no reply at all.But now he could only hear the wind.I'm losing my mind...Guen said to be alert..I must not let this stop me from my destination. Ahead,through the fog he could make out a beacon of light.Was this the seer's place? Had he finally reached it.....