[Training] The Long Healing

The Forsaken

You see the things they never see
All you wanted I could be

Noah stepped into the cavernous sparring hall of the barracks, the chill of the stone floor and the frost scattered across the walkway biting through his boots in the early morning hour.

He had sent Deimos a note the night before, requesting time to practice magical defenses, and he was glad to see the Warden had been able to oblige. Noah’s glacier gaze found Deimos across the arena—calm, steady, the embodiment of discipline. Though the Family’s threat had vanished, the weight on his shoulders hadn’t lifted entirely. Neither had it off Deimos. Noah was confident of that. The demigod felt lighter, yes—but not careless. The world still demanded vigilance, and he knew Deimos understood that better than most, too.

“Deimos. Thanks for coming,” he said as he approached. He wanted to reach out, to greet the man with a pat to the arm, but hesitated. Instead, he offered a broad smile.

Now you know me and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am

Noah