RONIN
Ronin was dreaming. He had to be, because he would never be so foolish as to go out into the long, dark night. Perhaps trauma and sleep deprivation had led him outside in a fugue state, or maybe he really was sleepwalking after nodding off in front of the fire. Whatever the reason, the creature’s call saw him answer, and he trudged through the snow with his collar turned up and Emmett’s axe slung over his shoulder.
Starlight pulsed from him in gentle waves, set aglow by his worries and his confusion, and a few feet back his astral projection walked in his footsteps. Come, it had said. And he was here.
Ronin arrives bathed in starlight, armed with Emmett’s axe and with an astral projection following in his wake.
Starlight pulsed from him in gentle waves, set aglow by his worries and his confusion, and a few feet back his astral projection walked in his footsteps. Come, it had said. And he was here.
Ronin arrives bathed in starlight, armed with Emmett’s axe and with an astral projection following in his wake.
one more wish for you
