To Face the Unknown

Kea’s fear of worms hadn’t really shrunk in the long months since his encounter with the fireworm. It had changed something inside of him, given a blow to his confidence. But he was still and desired the chance to prove himself. If not for others, then at least to himself. To prove that he wasn’t less for his fears.

So despite how much the idea ate him up inside, he took his sword and made his way to the strange new land that had opened up. He arrived to walk beneath the spires, catching the occasional scent of wolf as well as other things he could not yet identify. As he walked further forward, he found the form of a small wolf, who looked uncomfortable and unhappy beneath the blood moon. He understood how she felt.

He took in a breath, and tried to assume an air of confidence. “Hello, are you here to investigate as well?”


"Ciaran Carpathius"