Deepwood Weald solenne

Ashlar hadn’t eaten in days. He knew that he was starving, but he watched with disinterest as the birds fluttered out of reach. He no longer felt hungry, and even if he had, he could not force his body to comply. There just seemed to be little reason anymore.

She would be furious. But she was gone.

Ashlar wasn’t sure where he was going or what he was doing anymore. He had no home to return to, nothing to look towards, and no hope that some salvation would come. All this time, and everything he had built had been hers. It died with her. Maybe he had died with her too.

He barely saw the forest he plodded through. He didn’t know why he kept moving. He just did.