RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Ronin was buried and Ronin breathed. The duality of his existence both within the Spire and without it was nothing compared to the panic that gripped him as the walls came tumbling down onto his husband and his sister, as footsteps pounded against the stairs towards him. Even as Deimos and Amalia emerged, they needn't tell him what had happened - he was down there still, a flickering but bright light in the mounds of earth and rubble.
"Go," he managed as the pulley system was created and Amalia took the rope. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead; he was more use with his astral form even now. Beneath the Spire, close to the manticore and the hummingbird, Ronin provided light in the darkness to shine through all of the cracks in the stone; a beacon for the otter to aim for.
Ronin uses his astral projection and his starlight to help Amalia find them.
"Go," he managed as the pulley system was created and Amalia took the rope. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead; he was more use with his astral form even now. Beneath the Spire, close to the manticore and the hummingbird, Ronin provided light in the darkness to shine through all of the cracks in the stone; a beacon for the otter to aim for.
Ronin uses his astral projection and his starlight to help Amalia find them.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
