King Elk Forest We can't all be the prom king!

She’s just as quiet as he, her voice but a dainty whisper — like the wind whisking past his ears. He doesn’t think she can repent enough to save herself. For her next sleigh of words confirm how far away from the faith she has strayed. He will not kill her today. No she will leave peacefully it seems. His lemon hues eyes watching her form as she slithers off.

That’s the thing about us cursed...

His eyes squint at her smile and wispy voice. 

We don’t die easily.

She’s right. Both of them are proof of that. His god-forsaken sister is proof of that. He’d let her go. Only because she is right. It’s time to repent. Slowly spinning on his heal, he creeps bad into the trees, hiding in the shadows. There’s a prayer being mumbled on his lips. He’s gone.