Spriggan Clean-up

After nearly four hours walking through the sweltering heat, Ezra was drenched in sweat. His adventure gear clung to his skin, and everything was slick. 

It was his first time alone - truly alone, since coming to this world. Jarring as it was, he embraced the opportunity. This was how he reclaimed his freedom.

Farther ahead on the mountain path, Ezra spied suspicious and tall structures made of black leaves or feathers - they rose from the mountainous terrain, a cluster of pyramids around the bend. 

He'd seen 'Spriggans' mentioned in his world many times - sometimes as dark-winged fairies, others as diminutive forest creatures. To his memory, they were always associated with darkness, or the color black. He assumed the tall black huts in the distance were Spriggan dwellings.

He wheezed as he readied his spear for battle. If the Spriggans didn't kill him, the heat might.