Walking in the ashes of the old world… I feel the cold wind that plays with my messy hair, the pungent smell of this black powder covering the floor and the walls. Every step I take, broken glass squeaks under my feet.My gaze is lost in this perfect mix of colors and darkness. I stop for a… Continue reading From smoke and ashes…
Author: Layla
The Bethmale Witches
As the old folk tale says, a long time ago, there was a wicked witch hiding around the Bethmale lake area. Everyday she tormented the people of the little town in the valley. One day, the people had enough. They hiked to the highest mountain in the valley, Col de La Core to through her… Continue reading The Bethmale Witches