Strength in weakness At first, I didn't notice this feeling. Yet, as the weeks dragged on after the death of Danarius, I'm noticing a certain tightness in my chest as I watch Garrett. His face now marred with jagged scars caused by a rage demon, deep enough to leave indentions in the once smooth flesh. The townspeople talk about him as if he's damaged goods, the once proud noble women who used their money to get close to him, now shunned him like the blight itself.
Yet I feel myself drawn to him even more so than usual. Like any proud warrior he bears the scars as if they do not exist. Only when people ask, does he reach up and touch the markings; si