Noctisardor Bypass And you were never lonely

The darkest of night that he had seen in so long. Moonless and starless. It fit the mood absolutely perfectly. Etienne walked up the nearest incline. Sides heaving, eyes burning.

Everything was falling apart and it was all his fault. If he had just kept his mouth shut. If he hadn't fought with Anselm. If he hadn't told Druid his secret. If Heda hadn't begged him to raise her children. He stared upwards. The thrumming of the ocean so far away.

By all the gods what had he done. Why did the universe feel fit to throw it all upon his rather unimpressive shoulders. What god had he angered in a past life.

He wanted his Granme Roz so implicitly, so painfully that it wrung both a dry heave and a sob from his throat. And he wanted his mom.

He took a breath and stared out over the woods.