One

He had to be going senile in his old age. He thought he saw Noen… living… breathing… but that was impossible. The man had seen his son’s body… had seen his broken. Had fled Abaven after that, unable to believe what he saw. Nona and Alna went after him too… he’d lost his wife to illness and his daughter… Gods whatever happened to her? Allen felt his heart sinking in his chest. He kept coming back around Boreas in hopes he might find her… and now… was he hallucinating? Was that why he had seen Noen?

The old brute breathed out a slow sigh, knowing that his own days were pretty numbered by this point. He was pushing close to ten years of age… but when, Allen wondered, would death actually take him? He thought he was going to die twice now… yet each time some miracle happened. Were the gods trying to tell him that his time upon the Earth was not yet up?

Dark gaze swept the landscape. His sight was beginning to fade, but Allen was still strong enough to hold his own. Maybe not as well as he once had, but the male was capable of surviving. But it was a lonely existence… and the male was tired of being alone. So very, very tired…