A Disturbing Chorus of Mocking Mirth

Francis would scarce be noticed as he moved quietly about the trees. He preferred to be unseen, especially if strange consorts were passing through.

On this day, the sobbing of a youth could be heard nearby the waterfall. It was alarmingly followed by uproarious laughter - a disturbing chorus of mocking mirth, made all the worse due to its fickle purpose, advertising the relish of a devilish taunt taking place under the cover of the shadowy trees.

Francesco felt compelled to intercept. He strode through a break in the briars to find three soldiers - two of whom he knew.

The other soldier was difficult to discern - revealing but a bare backside broadcast upon a small pale figure who was pinned beneath his flabby bulk.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances