Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
The hunter was making his usual rounds through the town. Deepfrost had begun and it brought with it more snow than Noah could remember in the first few weeks of the season. It worried him a little, but what worried him more was the thought that some might not have made it back through the portal from other lands. He stopped in at the homes of people he knew to be traders. He was filled with relief when each person on his stop was safe, at home, with their families.
He was making his way back towards his office when he noticed the young man. The hunter stopped for a moment, watching him. He looked like he was searching for something, but Noah didn't know what. He did, however, recognize the boy. He didn't know his name, and he couldn't remember ever having a conversation directly with him, but there was a familiarity that was unmistakable. Noah provided meat to the woman who tended to the orphans for years. His father had done it before him, and when he died Noah took up the mantle.
Striding towards the boy, Noah asked boldly, though with kindness: "What are you looking for?"
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
