WESSEX
They’re probably the hardest to ask - something about further breaking down their innocence and stealing their childhood from them rings in the Wraith’s head. It isn’t her fault, of course, but it also isn’t something she wants to do. But she must gather the new and the old and make sure she knows where they stand. “When the fighting comes,” she begins, tight-lipped and thin-voiced. “What do you want to do? Fight? Help in some other way?” She thinks she knows the answer, but she has to hear it from them. And before they think she might be trying to pressure them one way or the other, she adds quickly, “I need to know for future plans. There’s no right answer.”
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
