Literature
Hitchups: Timed
Timed
Within one of the lodgings stippling the rocky knolls of Berk, protected from the raging storm by thick wooden walls, an aged woman started to full consciousness. She lay there for a moment, listening to her own heartbeat thunder alongside the rapid tempo of raindrops pelting against the side of her hut. So abrupt was her waking that she spent her first deep breaths trying to grasp why she had suddenly roused in the dead of night. Had she been dreaming?
She glanced, bleary-eyed, around her unlit room. Dried herbs she bundled earlier that day appeared in an instant, pale flash before darkness overcame again.
She realized, just before
