As the dirt path trickles down into cobbled roads
that wind through coloured cottages with thatched roofs
I see the battered and weathered sign “WELCOME TO THE CHICKEN VILLAGE!”
The white paint peeling and splotchy.
“Ian!” I call,
but the old businessman doesn’t heed my call.
“Old friend, will you not come and talk to me?”
My voice, was loud in the wind.
“You are not welcome here {insert name}, bringer of bad news.
Gizem is the only way forward.”
Ian's voice rasps, drawing on and on like thinly stretched linen.
His pupils wide and empty like two dark holes.
Purple fog swirls in them.
Cursed.
I must help him.
Ian is the only person who can help me on my quest to find Gizem, the Unpleasant Toad.
