The new #cover of my on-going #fantasy story: The Boy in the Hut
I won't have the cover without the help of one of my best writer and hangout buddies @nisa_thirteen ,who is also a big fan of #spyair and #haikyuu , because she's the one who made the cover for me.
Go read the #book on #wattpad if #magic is your thing.
May the magic surrounding the hut keeps you and your loved ones safe and secure in the light of the day or in the dim of the night
Have a good day! ^_^
Sometimes reaching the hut feels even better than other times.
For example, when it's been pitch dark for some time, you've been cutting steps on an awfully icy scree slope with a terrible runout, bushbashing up and down a thick forest, getting stuck every meter or two, losing track of time, starting to doubt if you have gotten lost too. "Can't see shit" you mutter to yourself for the millionth time as you look around trying to figure out the terrain and your whereabouts. You attempt to laugh when your foot gets stuck again and you fall into another scrub welcoming you with its spiky branches scratching your arms and face - laughing and terrible jokes seems to be the best solution even when the situation is getting more and more frustrating.
And then finally you reach the line of trees you have been hoping to reach but in the impermeable darkness have started to doubt what if you somehow veered off the course.
And you hope with your whole heart that this is THE forest and the hut is "just there".
You walk up 20m and then in the dim light of your torch (bloody crappy batteries!) you see the hut.
The happiness is real.
30minutes later the fire is cracking and warming up the cold toes, clothes are dry, water is boiling for tea and you've got your book in your lap. Things are just perfectly well and you would not want to be anywhere else - not even in your own warm comfy bed which did appear on your mind several times when staggering and tumblig through the uneven slippery terrain in the darkness. "We do this because we love this"