I lay on my sofa with a book in my lap and Muriel at my side. I stroke the dog thoughtfully as my mind begins to drift back to the voyage I had completed. Yes, it was good to change the rhythm of my life, to venture into the Snowmoors, to seek a clue of my past After all, my name is Snoelle. Where would be a better place to start?
Having found close to nothing, I didn’t regret heading home. Not giving up, just changing direction of the search, so to say.
I shake my head slightly to clear those thoughts and bring myself back to the house. Opening the book carefully, for it is an old book my father gave me, I begin to read it for the thousandth time. A mystery book, one of the best kinds. I am close to finishing the first chapter, when another thought interrupts me. A quiet groan escapes.
Shame on you, Snoelle Fitzshine!
I remember that I forgot to thank my kind neighbors for watching Muriel.
Originally, I had wanted to take her with me to the Snowmoors, but I realized that a freezing cold terrain like that would be no place for her. Instead, I asked my neighbors if they would keep an eye on Muriel and give her food at night. The dog keeps all of the farms near mine clear of pests, so they all agreed wholeheartedly.
Now after returning, I feel embarrassed that I didn’t thank them after all they have done for me. I set down the book with a sigh and stand up to walk out my door. As I reach for the doorknob, something strange catches my eye through a window. Something right outside my house. Something... green. Fog green.