Haunted Wood what do we say to the god of death? not today

Her eyes are different colors — this is the first thing he notices about her, his attention instinctively drawn to them because of the white that outlines them, stark against the dark of her pelage. She approaches him and though Roarke wants to recede back into the presumed safety of the log, close his eyes and pray that he wakes up from this nightmare, Kahlil holds his ground and refuses to back down. She calls herself Nyx giving answer to his demand and adds the night as if it is a title. It is true she bears the appearance of the night sky unencumbered by cloud; night personified and given mortal flesh. He has seen none like her before and in this way he is almost enchanted by her but not quite. The Stranger’s lies and betrayal are too fresh in his mind and as his father before him winter’s bane is not a beast that so easily forgets (or forgives for that matter). “Gone.” The words are spoken without affliction, unflinching as they leave his lips in a partial truth. The Stranger is gone and his parents are far away but his instinct to protect them (and echo of Arturo’s words that Teaghlaigh is to remain hidden as much as possible during one of the boring patrols he was forced to partake in) will not allow him to place blind faith in Nyx. As he tries to twist himself from victim to something of a hero Kahlil spurns his own desires to go home …besides even if he told the truth he has lost all sense of direction and has forgotten already the way that The Stranger has brought him and with it went any hope of finding the Strath.

He is helpless. He is too young. Nyx is his only chance of survival and he knows this deep in the marrow of his bones and thus he is forced to put as much trust in her as he is willing to give.