Northstar Vale Yioí

It was not regret that found him.

Antigone was filled with embarrassment.

The red-hooded boy watched his mother with lizard-blinking eyes. His wet coat dripped onto the ground, spiking the hairs along his nape and shoulders. The last light was fading from the sky. Darkness had started to crawl into the heavens, and it cast stretching shadows across Epoch’s grounds.

Tamar spoke with a force far greater than Arsenio. Antigone found he admired it, despite his frustration with it. If anyone should have been leading their pack, it should have been his mother. A cold glance was cast into their den. He could see the shameful figure of Arsenio in the dark. He could feel the penetrating of his father’s glacial eyes.

There is a bad man in our home and he will do nothing about it, the boy said in a sullen voice.