I’d Trade All My Tomorrows For Just One Yesterday

Hell, Allen thought, he was old. He was what, ten years old now? Not only that, but he was alone. He’d never felt more alone in his whole life. His son was believed dead, his broken body discovered at the rapids… though Allen cursed himself now for not verifying. Had Bass found Noen’s broken form? Had he buried his dear delicate child? Besides that Nona was definitely gone… illness had taken her away. As for Alna, well, his little girl was missing. He had no idea if she was still alive or dead… and that scared him. Gods above that scared him.

When Allen approached Abaven’s borders today it was not to seek forgiveness. Allen had long since accepted that he couldn’t be forgiven. That his word meant little. Yet here he was. Here he was coming upon the plains as he’d once done so many times in the past. His friend, if he could still call Bass that, deserved to know what had happened. Why once more Allen had broken his word and became a traitor to Abaven yet again.

The thought made his heart heavy. Allen hadn’t wanted to do anything that might hurt Bass, Gods above he hadn’t wanted to hurt his friend! Weariness, mingling with worry, flashed across Allen’s face as he paused, setting his paw down slowly.

This was going to be no easy talk… but he wanted to at least make peace with Bass.

Before it was too late.