Photo by Sue Vincent

Note – this is a continuation of the last two #write photo stories.  Part 1.  Part 2. 

As our captors lead us from the middle of the depression I studied them closely.  The Snow Demons were material for our worst nightmares.  Few have faced them and escaped unscathed, none who were captured were seen again.  The tales and legends where horrific.

The truth was far from the myth.  To all appearances the Snow Demon were normal people, just plain folk.  They did have unusually pale skin and blue eyes.  But those blue eyes showed all of the emotions that any other human would have.

We reached a higher ridge.  Looking to the west, across a low valley, I could make out the ridge we had followed all day before being captured by Silriend’s band of wee-folk. There seemed to be a sudden drop…