Noah
we follow our own steps
while our shadows keeps watching us
while our shadows keeps watching us
Noah felt like he was being ripped in two.
The compass vibrated in his hand. He held fast to the thick, dark, soaking wet fabric of Maea’s dress and held her against him—
Until he couldn’t.
Two bodies, wet to the bone with sea water, spat onto the ground. Noah groaned with pain, the sound deep and guttural and filling the air of the Court of Stars’ courtyard with his agony. His insides roiled and burned, his skin felt like it was peeling off of him. It hurt like hell.
The Sentinel rolled over, pain lashing through him sharper than the feeling of Maea’s dragon kick. He retched, bile rising from his stomach and burning his throat, covering the well-kept stone of the path to the fountain. Please don’t be dead he pleaded, vommitting again. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything as his body waged war on itself for his insane use of the compass.
Tears, white hot and stinging, clouded his vision. He tried to blink them back, but the world spun and blurred as he lifted his head, searching for the ancient—for his friend—
For the one he hoped he hadn’t murdered.
The compass vibrated in his hand. He held fast to the thick, dark, soaking wet fabric of Maea’s dress and held her against him—
Until he couldn’t.
Two bodies, wet to the bone with sea water, spat onto the ground. Noah groaned with pain, the sound deep and guttural and filling the air of the Court of Stars’ courtyard with his agony. His insides roiled and burned, his skin felt like it was peeling off of him. It hurt like hell.
The Sentinel rolled over, pain lashing through him sharper than the feeling of Maea’s dragon kick. He retched, bile rising from his stomach and burning his throat, covering the well-kept stone of the path to the fountain. Please don’t be dead he pleaded, vommitting again. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything as his body waged war on itself for his insane use of the compass.
Tears, white hot and stinging, clouded his vision. He tried to blink them back, but the world spun and blurred as he lifted his head, searching for the ancient—for his friend—
For the one he hoped he hadn’t murdered.
the wrong steps
would be not to start this exodus.
would be not to start this exodus.
