No path back to this one

He stood between the overgrown gardens, and the cottage that Io had once called her own. The chicken hutches she had owned had been taken by time, but the cottage itself still stood out. Looking almost as if it was just waiting for an occupant to come home… the Warlord hadn’t been able to bring himself to let time erode it. He had come once every week or so to clear out any weeds and repair and damage.

Now, he would have to bring himself to tear it down. Perhaps with it the thought that his sister might ever return home one day. She had shown no inclination to do so yet, though she had returned to the plains to give her consent in taking down the home they had built. He surveyed it for another few moments, and sighed. “I’m thinking if I climb onto the roof and start there.”


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