Darkhenge

L. LUIS: ROWAN

I was on Callie and we were riding down to the lane. Something came along. It wasn’t a car. Or was it?

It was big and dark and we rode through it like a gateway, and when I dismounted he was waiting on the other side, in the courtyard of this house. “Welcome to Royal Castle, Chloe,” he said. On the banners behind him were three cranes, on a bull’s back.

He always wears a mask, of rowan leaves with a few orange berries. His eyes watch me carefully.

I think… Well, I think it’s possible I may be dead.