“Nora, I miss you so much, it scares how much sometimes, I am angry all the time, it's the last thing I ever feel, before the pure rage takes me over. I don’t know if I’m strong enough, I don’t know if I can do this anymore. Give me a sign please, or let me come join you…”
I sat in silence, feeling the cold creep all over my body. Is this how it ends? The great Knight Commander Shanks dies a forgotten drunk, assassinated in a dark alley just like the other “Heros”? And I wondered why Vel Trax never wanted to be an officer, it's too much work. My body went numb, only the sound of silent whispers of her frozen breath. She was there, she was always there, right beside me, and I was too blind to see. What a shame it's too late to want to change, to find that hero, a true Aurilite hero, if they even exist. I start to hear a child’s cry in my head, every second it I felt it was getting closer. This was it, I could feel it, the crying echoed louder in my head as the shadows reached out to steal my last breath. Then the crying suddenly trailed its way up the temples path. I open my eyes starring straight into the eyes of a small female child stained of blood, being carried away by a hooded being. I quickly sit up, letting the snow bounce off of me. The Child stops for a second as she seems to spot me, then starts to scream even louder for help. I push the rusty end of the scythe into the ground to pull myself up. I grabbed as much snow as I can, stuffing it in my wound, packing all in hard to slow down the bleeding. I tightly grip my new rusty farmer weapon in my hand once more. I took a moment to find my balance, then started walking down the path, slowly making my way to ask what they needed with such a defenseless little girl.
Special Thanks, Young Werther, and Maecius, for reading drafts <3
