Greatwater Lake When remembering a life lost

The stranger seemed obliged enough to act as their vanguard and to chauffeur the two desperadoes through their dark, dank woods. If this place was half as ghastly and offensive as the stories Dakarai spun about his short time here, he would have no choice but to remember. Souls just didn’t forget; they remembered all. Dakarai’s memories and their life together was in there, somewhere, hiding from the truth. They just needed something big enough to rock those memories to the top again.

Her heart stopped in her chest because Dakarai was refusing. They were so close that the thought of throwing it all away because they were scared was not an option to Olive. Surely, Dakarai would see that? Or perhaps since he couldn’t remember what they were together, he did simply did know know the depth of what they were at risk to lose. If he knew, if he knew, if he knew... if he just knew, he wouldn't reject this idea; wouldn't be rejecting this chance to regain their life back. 

“No,” the enciente woman supplicated, cutting her figure to look at the atramentous wolf at her side. She didn’t need his protection; for what was he protecting? She was nothing without this, without him. Their family was nothing without him. In that moment, Olive felt such a penetrating sense of desperation that she thought she might die.  “Dakarai—“ her voice, one strong, cracked and dropped into an undertone. But she continued. “No, my king, please, let’s go…”

If he would do nothing, then she would have to do everything. Suddenly and silently, she broke away from Dakarai’s side, pushed past Abraxas and breached the scented borders in a hurried, madcap saltate. The hoyden wanted to create a pursuit, forcing Dakarai to enter the territories and do all the things his gut told him not to do. Olive gave no thought to the inherent danger of the act, forget everything that had been told to her about the stygian hellhounds. Foolish it may have been, yes, but Dakarai had always promised to protect her — and if he had been willing to risk his life for her, she had to do that same for him. 

Such were the duties of a devoted wife.