Oh, how I've tried to get you out of my head
And I lie broken in words I said
And I lie broken in words I said
Even after years of solitude, Liam still kept the same routine every morning.
He rose early, with the sun, and went for a run through the Greatwood. His path varied by day; of course, everyone’s path through the Greatwood varied by day. He’d long since learned to steer clear of the Void creatures. They’d overtaken the region at some point, only to recede again. Rumor had it that there had been some kind of Void guardian in the woods, and that it had been felled.
After a run, he practiced combat. He’d seen too much of war to think that it would spare him even here, and so he trained religiously to stay in shape as much to stay capable with his weapons. Some mornings, he returned home to wield a sword against a much-used practice dummy. Some days it was hand-to-hand combat. Of course, without a sparring partner, he was getting rusty.
This morning was no different from any other. Liam’s path brought him to the Crimson Cataract, one of his favorite locales. There was something ethereal about the floating river that never ceased to amaze him. And running beneath it was… rejuvenating, somehow.
What he didn’t expect was to see a familiar face as he ran through the woods that morning, and Liam slowed to a walk as he approached. ”Noah?” he asked, hoping that the demigod remembered him from their brief meeting eons ago. If not, he was about to sound very, very stupid.
He rose early, with the sun, and went for a run through the Greatwood. His path varied by day; of course, everyone’s path through the Greatwood varied by day. He’d long since learned to steer clear of the Void creatures. They’d overtaken the region at some point, only to recede again. Rumor had it that there had been some kind of Void guardian in the woods, and that it had been felled.
After a run, he practiced combat. He’d seen too much of war to think that it would spare him even here, and so he trained religiously to stay in shape as much to stay capable with his weapons. Some mornings, he returned home to wield a sword against a much-used practice dummy. Some days it was hand-to-hand combat. Of course, without a sparring partner, he was getting rusty.
This morning was no different from any other. Liam’s path brought him to the Crimson Cataract, one of his favorite locales. There was something ethereal about the floating river that never ceased to amaze him. And running beneath it was… rejuvenating, somehow.
What he didn’t expect was to see a familiar face as he ran through the woods that morning, and Liam slowed to a walk as he approached. ”Noah?” he asked, hoping that the demigod remembered him from their brief meeting eons ago. If not, he was about to sound very, very stupid.
Never thought I'd walk on this street again
Standing where it all began
Standing where it all began
Liam
