Horizon Ridge I Never Had

Not even the favored of the Gods had been able to escape the landslide unscathed. Few of them did. A couple of them did not sustain more than a few bumps, bruises and scratches. Even Björn’s gash was not as bad as some of them had gotten, and the Viking considered himself among the lucky. In the end the Earth didn’t care who it killed, merely that it wanted blood and bone, and when it demanded the decay of bodies to nourish it, it took what it wanted without a sparing thought. The chipper male spoke about respecting Björn for his decision, a statement which was meant with a firm nod of his head, for Björn did not know what to say. In essence, there was nothing to say, really. “I was counted among the lucky. My injuries will heal in a week or two. Some of them will be healing for months, and others will never heal.” Either because they likely died in the landslide or were already dying. “It did. It is the tragedies that bring us together.” It always had been that way, and likely would always be that way.