Deimos
Had the Sword been able to continue his life as a simple soldier or General, that would’ve been ideal; instead, he’d opted for ensuring Halo prospered, taking on more responsibilities and duties simultaneously. And if his world thrived, then he figured his time had been well spent, and any suffering gathered was quietly placed behind his brow or under his ribs. They were safe and whole and protected for as long as he remained.
But the Greatwood was much as he suspected and expected; listless, empty, hidden and tucked away as the Fae likely preferred. Perhaps they’d need to decide upon leadership at all, or quietly drift off into the wilds, taken over again by the gnarled trees and the labyrinthine brambles. “Of course,” he offered in response, uncertain how much could be upheld when no one else wanted to do the same. “But I would weigh out your options carefully.”
But the Greatwood was much as he suspected and expected; listless, empty, hidden and tucked away as the Fae likely preferred. Perhaps they’d need to decide upon leadership at all, or quietly drift off into the wilds, taken over again by the gnarled trees and the labyrinthine brambles. “Of course,” he offered in response, uncertain how much could be upheld when no one else wanted to do the same. “But I would weigh out your options carefully.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
