I walked to the inn. I had almost reached the front porch where a stone faced couple stared at me. I examined the Inn’s facade, the corpses seemed to whisper behind me, but when I looked back it was just the foul wind that blew through them. I took a breath, missing the sunny white washed buildings of my fathers farm. I tried passing the rudely staring couple with some kind of intent, maybe if they thought I was there on important business they would get back to their own business. I was almost to the door when a shadow darted from behind the woman’s ominous grey skirt. My breath was suspended in my lungs, the shadow looked up at me. It was wrapped in a black shroud, a silver cross held it together across it’s small body. It was a child, no more than 5 years of age, blonde hair matted in places with mud. It glared at me.
“Only with love is one sparred” it whispered to me.
Grey woman’s eyes grew wide, she glided quickly to the child snatching him away. Cautiously I avoided the couple and walked in the inn.