Rise.
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Category:
Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
18,667
Reviews:
87
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
In the wind.
He couldn't explain. There were no words he could say that would make it make sense to any of them, so he didn't even try. He just left; went back to his room and packed a few bags and some food and all the braic he could carry, and he left. Loban was with his guard. Euan was with the lit. Roan was away.
At the last minute, he couldn't stand the suspense, so he wrote a note.
Roan found it as soon as he came back and went running to the window. There was nothing to see. He tore through hallways, down stairs, through doors which he banged into at first because the locks were on, then out, there, into the fields. The last Roan saw of him was his back, growing smaller as he disappeared off into the distance, feet pounding, trying to keep up with a wolfe who ran twice his speed.
I am going to look for my father, the note read while flapping free of Roan's hand, only one corner clenched tight against the frozen breeze.
Walker and I are bonded, and always have been in heart. I am going to look for Marik. I am going to bring our family back.
And then Medin was gone, no longer even a sound on the wind, and Roan was entirely by himself again, watching his breath rise into steam in the icy colwinter wind.
At the last minute, he couldn't stand the suspense, so he wrote a note.
Roan found it as soon as he came back and went running to the window. There was nothing to see. He tore through hallways, down stairs, through doors which he banged into at first because the locks were on, then out, there, into the fields. The last Roan saw of him was his back, growing smaller as he disappeared off into the distance, feet pounding, trying to keep up with a wolfe who ran twice his speed.
I am going to look for my father, the note read while flapping free of Roan's hand, only one corner clenched tight against the frozen breeze.
Walker and I are bonded, and always have been in heart. I am going to look for Marik. I am going to bring our family back.
And then Medin was gone, no longer even a sound on the wind, and Roan was entirely by himself again, watching his breath rise into steam in the icy colwinter wind.