Missing

It was late at night when Billy reached home from his place of abduction, he sneaked in through the shadow of the moonlight hoping no eyes had caught him, he crept through the open space in front of his hut, levelled his belly to the earth, roamed about wandering like a child and to his expectations, no figure was in sight, all lonely.

‘All clear’. He murmured

Like he was making his hunt a catch of himself he saw his hut ajar, surely they did notice his absence and would surely blow the trumpet once he's seen. He should be off and away from the community, he thought to himself as he hurriedly barged into his hut but there was still no alarm, all was clear to him. But he knew he got no time to waste as soon as possible he must not be seen.

Just as duty calls, the priest of the north and doctor of witches must be preserved for the history of the dynasty so that even the little ones would love to hear from the mouth of the wise.

It was a horrid look at things when he entered his ro