OTW Book 1 – Prologue
It was a perfect, quiet, lazy evening. The sun streamed down through the foliage, dappling the forest floor below, and everything was the perfect temperature: warm with a cool, refreshing breeze every few minutes or so. The kind of evening meant for lying in a hammock and taking a nap, or reading a book on the back patio while you listened to the birds and the squirrels as they carried on with their lives all around you. A point in…