Come again?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own When Are returned Ludo would still be there, too-wide grin still plastered across its mask, rags writhing about it as though a part of the shadows themselves. "That you are, sweetling. That you are." It spoke slowly, as if savouring the words, before abruptly surging up and away. Are would receive no more from the soul guide tonight. His memories would need to be enough - that, and the promise that the debt would be repaid. Sooner or later, come hell or high water. {END}