and when the dust settles

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Fangorn alerted her well before the unicorn…man appeared by the water – but Melita’s focus and attention was on the cracks and crevasses by sunken logs, pondering over whether to go for her arrows or simply shoot whatever she could at the nasty things lurking near the surface. By the time he uttered something, she snorted lowly enough to not impede her own intentions. “Hunting void shit,” she hinted, waving him away with a swish of her hand.

Then, of course, the gods damned nasty river star started moving - to which she hissed. “You may want to hide somewhere.” As she immediately went invisible, though the traces of her motions would be easily recognizable across the water in fast ripples – she was counting on the infected creature not possessing that level of intellect.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita