Her kiss lingered long after she had vanished into the city. Narav returned the shovel to its place at the top of the hill, resting against the crypt where he had found it. There was still evening left, evening left enough for him to catch her...to run and to catch her arms, whirl her around and...
Three days.
Narav slid down against the cold wall of the crypt. Here in this land of rot and loss he was like any other gravestone, the grim specter of life turned wrong and all the hope that had spilled out of it. Maybe he would sit there forever, till the grass grew up around his legs and the insects found their way into his skin.
Maybe he would be dead then, and perhaps in that, he could rest.
Looking down at his bandaged hands, something shifted. Godryn was gone. Narav had his sword. In the deep gloom of the evening, he finally allowed the murder to drift away from him. No longer did it churn his guts and stir his mind to mutiny. No, doing this had exorcised him of those demons.
The gods that turned his strings? Mastes, Kata, Lisirra, and now Ralaith in the form of the only person offering salvation. Maybe there was something good for him that remained, some glimmering fragment of the joy he once wore so effortlessly. If so, he'd find it and pin it to his chest. Yes, he resolved, he would go after Edalene to Viden. If Edward and Danielle were not there...perhaps he could ask Edalene to accompany him elsewhere.
Perhaps.
Perhaps.
Three days.
Narav slid down against the cold wall of the crypt. Here in this land of rot and loss he was like any other gravestone, the grim specter of life turned wrong and all the hope that had spilled out of it. Maybe he would sit there forever, till the grass grew up around his legs and the insects found their way into his skin.
Maybe he would be dead then, and perhaps in that, he could rest.
Looking down at his bandaged hands, something shifted. Godryn was gone. Narav had his sword. In the deep gloom of the evening, he finally allowed the murder to drift away from him. No longer did it churn his guts and stir his mind to mutiny. No, doing this had exorcised him of those demons.
The gods that turned his strings? Mastes, Kata, Lisirra, and now Ralaith in the form of the only person offering salvation. Maybe there was something good for him that remained, some glimmering fragment of the joy he once wore so effortlessly. If so, he'd find it and pin it to his chest. Yes, he resolved, he would go after Edalene to Viden. If Edward and Danielle were not there...perhaps he could ask Edalene to accompany him elsewhere.
Perhaps.
Perhaps.
