A valley between us

The castle felt crowded, oppressive. His right eye itched, as if it still leaked fluid over the naked flesh under his eye, he rubbed his ankle over the still raw scar that ringed his eye. Luckily he hadn't lost his sight but it hadn't exactly helped his already rock bottom mental state. Still for all he wanted to shrink into the shadows and keep others from having to look at him, physically marred now by his worthlessness, he at least was out under the sun. After the longest night he'd ever experienced some part of him, the part that clung to the small, withered desire to live, was yelling at him to be out, in the light and warmth.

So he escaped to the plains, found himself a patch of the field that seemed less traveled than other parts of the plains. He settled himself onto his stomach and allowed himself a moment of peace, of feeling the spring sun wash over his sandy form and warm his skin. He hadn't been out in the day for much time even before the sun had disappeared and he hadn't felt the warmth of the day in some time, it felt nice.



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