We've got the right to live, fight to use it
Now, Marcus had never been to or even seen Whitebrim. It had been destroyed long before his conception and birth, reduced to nothing more than stories and warnings passed between those who still remembered. For that, the young Halovian was quietly, deeply thankful. Some places, he thought, were better left as echoes. Taking in a slow breath, he steadied himself by looking up through the faint shimmer of Deimos’s magic toward the peryton still carving restless arcs through the sky, as if the creature alone refused to be weighed down by any of it.
"Some hunters swear, when the wind howls just right through the tundra, you can still hear voices out there. Not monsters. Not spirits." The men he’d heard it from hadn’t been the type to spin tales for amusement. Weathered, quiet, the sort who measured their words carefully and didn’t waste breath on things they didn’t believe. Once Noah had trusted to keep Marcus safe on the tundra while teaching him what they knew. Marcus had been younger then, sitting close to the fire as it snapped and hissed against the cold, the Hollow Forest looming dark and watchful beyond the reach of the light. He could still remember the way one of them had gone quiet after saying it, staring out into the trees like he expected something to answer back.
"Just people… still hungry." Marcus exhaled softly, gaze drifting back toward the horizon. "They didn’t laugh after they said it," he added, "didn’t try to scare me more. Just…left it there."
"Some hunters swear, when the wind howls just right through the tundra, you can still hear voices out there. Not monsters. Not spirits." The men he’d heard it from hadn’t been the type to spin tales for amusement. Weathered, quiet, the sort who measured their words carefully and didn’t waste breath on things they didn’t believe. Once Noah had trusted to keep Marcus safe on the tundra while teaching him what they knew. Marcus had been younger then, sitting close to the fire as it snapped and hissed against the cold, the Hollow Forest looming dark and watchful beyond the reach of the light. He could still remember the way one of them had gone quiet after saying it, staring out into the trees like he expected something to answer back.
"Just people… still hungry." Marcus exhaled softly, gaze drifting back toward the horizon. "They didn’t laugh after they said it," he added, "didn’t try to scare me more. Just…left it there."
Marcus
Got everything but you can just choose it
