In the Blink of an Eye

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

As Sam felt the tension go out of the sycthe against his skin he almost cried in sheer relief. The moment Roana let him go he sank down to his knees, not watching her leave - as long as she was gone, he didn't care. His hands came up to rake into his hair and he curled forward, shaking and trying not to let himself slip into the dark well of panic that was threatening to consume him.

"It's starting, it's starting..." He mumbled over and over to himself, knowing that this was the beginning of the end for his people. There would be more. He would be hurt, and they would rejoice in it.

Samuel

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?