Those around him moved on and out, and when those he felt under his protection had gone away from the blood-stained water, as did he. Despite the warmth of the caverns, Noah was still wet. He still smelled of blood and ash. Feathering his jaw he gave one last look to the falls, not seeing the anaconda emerge from the depths.
They had to go, and he knew it. Rather than using his magic to jump through the Climb, tundra, and back to the Citadel, Noah thumbed the compass in his pocket and disappeared as quietly as a midnight whisper.
Noah out!
They had to go, and he knew it. Rather than using his magic to jump through the Climb, tundra, and back to the Citadel, Noah thumbed the compass in his pocket and disappeared as quietly as a midnight whisper.
Noah out!
Noah
hope is a fire to keep us warm
