Between fairytales and happy endings

The old man was breathing in and out slowly, feeling a bit tired, but at the same time not willing to just lay down and rest. There was still so much the old wolf wanted to do… to accomplish in whatever little time he had left. He still felt as though amends hadn’t fully been made with Bass and that was one thing Allen refused to die without fixing. In the end he’d lost so much… He’d lost his wife, his children… and even his peace of mind. Was this punishment for poor choices in the past? Or was this cruel hand of fate something else entirely?

The brute sighed as he came before a large lake, gaze shifting towards the water. So many places he’d been… so many places he’d seen. In that moment Allen felt horridly old. Ancient. He took a small breath in and let out a sigh. Perhaps one day the world might be a bit kinder… but for now Allen was learning to accept it’s darkness.