Twilight zone

The Sentinel nodded, confirming his name as the youth uttered it. The hunter braved his hands on his hips and sucked his teeth. ”Other than practicing your magic, what’s a guy like you up to these days? Hunt much?” He only had a vague inclination of the boys family, even with the name given he wasn’t able to pinpoint them down in his mind. The stars above them glinted despite the fog that hung low and blanketed the fields in thick swatches of gray. Every now and then, Noah caught a star reflection glinting off the glass bottle at his feet before the ink dark liquid absorbed all the light that touched it. Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm