The-Silver-Eye

    It was the fourth day of Christmas, just one of the twelve until Epiphany. Joshua Shephard was passing through northern Bellingrath when he saw a rather unusual sight--A very bright and well decorated shop. This was strange because, as everyone knows, Bellingrath should have been dirt poor. But this shop surpassed even some of the finest shops in Cedulan.     “How about we stop for a bit, dear?” Joshua said.     Isis, who had been reading a book, looked up. “So soon?”     “I’ve seen something interesting,” Joshua said.     Isis laughed. “Oh no. It wasn’t King Bhatair, was it?”