Anden
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
Gods... Races... The land, the Grounds? All words Anden had heard, and even used before but never in this context. Was Caido really so complex? And now he wasn't even human. He was something new altogether. Was this a gods doing? Was he made like this on purpose? Did someone choose to torment him willingly?
"I'm ascended." Anden said softly. "You told me that I'm ascended. Is that one of the races here? How many of us are there? Were we all made like this... Against our will?"
Too many questions, he thought to himself. He just had too many questions. How was he supposed to understand a world that wasn't his own. How was he expected to live a life in someone else's fantasy?
Small steps. Like an evergreen tree. He would need to start as a sapling. Spread his roots than rise. But was this... Anden looked at the area around him, really the best place for him? Anden looked at Oliver, and then at the sky above the pair. "Maybe we should head back to... Well wherever it is that you're from. if it's true that I'll burn up in the Sun, I don't want to waste much more time."
Fin
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
In an endless game of hide and seek
