i think we're haunted

”Ah, far from it,” he answered casually. ”This is the third world I’ve been to. So far the grimmest, I must admit. My first life was in a kingdom called Northwind. There, I was one of the most infamous assassins the land had ever known.” He was getting used to telling his story, the first person to know it having been Bastien when he encountered the man in the fields. It was fascinating just how easy it was becoming to own who he was. Never once did he imagine having the liberty to speak his past so freely. Of course there were pieces of his past that would never see the light of day if he had his way. Kalt flashed Rexanna a grin, as they walked together. ”Northwind was a violent and war-torn kingdom, so some of our magic users opened a portal for people to escape to a place called Northaven. That place was beautiful, but very dangerous. Everyone there was confined to a settlement within a tall wall. After that place, a seemingly random selection of people were zapped here.” A piece of him wondered if this was going to be the final place for him. Who knew what other worlds lied in wait for some mysterious energy to pull a group of people through? His mind floated to the barrier that enclosed this little area, keeping everyone inside. What could be waiting on the other side? A slow breath brought his attention back fully to the situation at hand. ”And what of you, royal grace?” He grinned at her teasingly. ”Where do you come from?” kalt give into the night.