Twilight zone

”The Head Mistress has lightning magic. She’s quite adept with it. I bet she has a lot of tips and tricks.” Noah offered the boy a hint of confidence. ”Later. Perhaps when the summer turns to autumn.” He responded in regards to the duel. Vi’dore wandered off and dug more tundra grasses from beneath the snow. It was normal for Noah to be known before he knew who he was speaking with. Between his lifetime in Halo, his stints as Warden, and the touch of Vi upon him, there was little room for him to be a stranger in anyone’s mind. Unfortunately—or, rather, fortunately—others didn’t have that same recognition when it came to them in his mind. ”What’s your name?” Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm