A walk under the mist

Rising to his feet, he walked slowly toward her silhouette. Sunrise blinded his sight but she as beautiful as he could picture in his mind.

She twirled the mist with her finger. She did not speak. She channeled her mind to the barren land that once was her kingdom. She smiled as she raising her hand. It was her sign. Her last act to resurrect this land. Her home.

He stood there until she dwindled from sight and he could no longer reach her mind.

Until the full moon. That’s how long I shall wait. Then I shall return for you, my love, even if I must fight my way past the shadow, he thought.


Author: aryadn

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