Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered, he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a lace called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space its self, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he loose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose?

I have started reposting on the other free To Walk The Mist. For those who are confused, there are two versions of this book on this platform. This happened during the signing. The other one does not have locked chapters and I have started posting there because I am considering the future chapters of this book going free as a perk, since this author has been on hiatus too long and most of you have left. Thus, this is an olive branch to return. Right now, the other To Walk The Mist has not caught up with this one in chapters, but go ahead and add it to your library and vote on it to get it up the charts.

To walk the mist

Ku Jian groaned as she made to stand, realizing that she had broken her right leg. Hearing cracking above, she stilled under the rubble, slowed her breathing and ignored her pain. She stayed in place for a while till the rubble started to shift on top her. After a tensed while, light tore through the darkness, hitting her eyes hard, making her squint at the familiar face of Tie Nse above her. 


“You stayed hidden, I thought you had died,” he commented as she groaned loudly in pain. She crawled out from under the rubble unto one limb. She looked around, noticing that there was no rain. 


“No rain. I thought I heard crackling in the sky back then,” she commented in between ragged breaths. This pain was nothing compared to being torn apart when Ed had an episode. 


“I heard that too. Hopefully, not all storms are rainstorms,” Tie Nse said. 


“Where are they?” Ku Jian asked, looking back at Tie Nse. Only then did she notice his bloody sleeves as he held a limp hand. 


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