Never Let Them Take Away Our Stars
Old age was a terrible thing. The mercenary had steadily been losing his sight… not that it stopped Félicien from trying to train regardless. He was… how old now? Ten? Eleven? He’d lost count somewhere in the years. Silvery eyes were becoming more whitish as cataracts began forming upon them. Félicien felt certain though that his death was not destined in a den home alone. He’d die fighting, just as he’d lived. If that were the case, he thought to himself, he had to become more alert of his surroundings. Get better at moving without his sight. So he’d been practicing… especially here in the North where he’d been hanging out for a good while.
Seclusion had become a big part of Félicien’s existence. He didn’t have any friends… and admittedly he felt a touch of loneliness at times. He wondered what had become of Mara and Zephyr… were they doing okay? What of Mara’s kids? Part of him felt guilty for leaving them… but… it was his way. Félicien hadn’t ever settled in one place for too long… and part of him felt, guilty perhaps, at being around Mara after what had happened.
...and what if the same sort of thing happened again, Féli? A little voice inside him asked. The man squashed it down, doing his best to focus instead on moving across the ice underpaw. It had become more slippery all of a sudden… and the man could make out the towering shadows of something in the distance.
Where… was he?
It was then that things got a little brighter for a moment. At first Féli dismissed it… til it got continually brighter. His head turned skyward, brow furrowed as he saw lights shooting across his limited vision.
“...shooting stars?” The man rumbled inquisitively. Now there was a sight he hadn’t seen in some time. |