Except the dark age fell (the eclipse) a century later and Nornir (long turned hess) ran into a stray wanderer who got lost. He points him down a trail of swords (well, graves, because Nornir arranged them to honor the dead warriors they belonged to, hurp), right into the direction of the dark sun that's about to fall. Maybe somewhere over there is shelter? Maybe he should stay with the hess he ran into? If night falls, the whispers will get him.
I dunno, I'm too tired to write up a small story for this. Just like the last one... it was just drawn randomly, trying to pick up something random from Dark Age canon and just have fun with scenery. It's quite relaxing... I just need to learn how to draw more... proper... Everything is just practise all over again (that's my way of displaying my discontent with the image in the most polite manner possible). 6_9