Ensouled

This was written a few years ago when I was a member of an on-line gaming community.  The names and locations reflect those in the game...

Dusk.  The first star appears in a sky rapidly deepening from silver to indigo.  The roaring fire does little to warm the cold that has settled in over the centuries of existence.  I’m hungry, she thinks, staring in to the night sky, the last vestiges of daylight in hurried retreat.  A lone bat flies overhead, searching for its mate, its next meal perhaps.