Neverwinter Forest What the feck

Ganon was lost in his thoughts. Memories and past thoughts were constantly flooding his mind, and clouding his consciousness. He often found himself lazing in the morning, unable to lift his head, not from any physical force, but sheer lack of energy. He hated this. He had no idea what was going on with him. This blackness seemed to grow as he journeyed away from Blackfeather Woods, meeting Cassiopeia.

He was uncertain about the truth, about his future. Miraak and Cicero were dead. Potema was gone. What remained of his family warred with each other, scrabbling over their homeland. And Vaati might be dead.

Why the hell did he leave?

Why the fuck did he leave? 

He knew what they were all thinking about him. Coward. Traitor. 

It was midday by the time he managed to bring himself to move. His heart pounded faster the closer that he got to the sea, to seeing the truth about Vaati, and the darkness seemed to grow.

Goddammit. He growled as he stretched, feeling his stiff muscles ache as he moved.