The Last Son of the Bladed Moon

[Shadow of the Fallen]

The building, on the inside, was as discarded and devoid of life as the outside. Light streamed in from a broken window on the left side of the entryway, opposite the giant rock. To the right, against the wall, was a wooden staircase that lead up to the second floor. The rest of the room was in dissarray, as though someone had been hastily searching for something long ago. Random objects were strewn and broken across the floor; glassware, books, decorations,and funiture among other things lay haphazardly on their sides or even upside down in the chaos.Here and there, cracks in the floor had allowed the roots and vines to find purchase on the hardwood planks.

 

Yet with all the confusion, nothing seemed to have been disturbed recently.