Enter the Realm of the Whisperling

Inspired by myths and folklore worldwide with a dash of magic and romance.

‘That doesn’t make me feel any better’ Jacin muttered. He couldn’t get the image of his father lying on the floor, in his blood, out of his head. He bowed his head low, sniffling. Grim ruffled Jacin’s unruly hair and drew him in his arms. ‘Sorry. This place isn’t pleasant. The things they do to you are even worse and what they expect of you is what you should be truly terrified of’ he rested his chin on the boy’s head and tightened his grip. ‘But this-, ‘his fingertips turned into claws ‘, or that,’ he pointed at his canine teeth. Jacin just now noticed ‘, are probably the last thing you need to worry about.’.