Catching up

He led Crux forward, across the border with a confident stride. A confidence that faulted as they walked along the outskirts of the territory, never approaching any closer to the castle. The landscape didn’t shift, didn’t change to soft sand and ocean views. The Sea’s Plain wasn’t here, and the den his children had been born in didn’t enter his view. He faulted, slowling, shaking his head. Confusion dotted the blues of his eyes for a moment.

Had he… told Crux he was bringing him to his mother? That didn’t make sense. Zee was dead, wasn’t she? Pain tinged in his heart like an overused muscle. He let out a soft breath, fighting past the confusion that had fogged him for a moment. His steps had slowly, and eventually stopped. But he started up again now, walking without a destination, Crux behind him still. “Where have you ended up? You didn’t follow Stratum to the Hallows” He pointed out.

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