It was cold, and it was dark, and I was scared... “Hey, what gives?”More Like This
Jack’s voice echoed off the shadow-covered walls, hitched tight as he struggled his way out of the tendrils of darkness. His entire body ached, his hoodie and trousers torn and in tatters in some places from the drag down, and the winter spirit grimaced at the copper taste in his mouth as he licked his bloody lip. He glanced around nervously, his hands closing and opening around nothing, and with a start he realized he was unarmed.
“Give me my staff!” He shouted again as he backed himself up against one of the pillars nearby. He had no idea what kind of room he was in, nor where he was in the first place. Fuzzy images of flying over his pond in the forest lining Burgess flashed in his minds, and the
Never Alone: Chapter 46More Like This
Dark Beyond the Blue
A nightmare’s neigh echoed within the darkness of the lair, alerting me that it had made its way back. It emerged in front of me shortly after, reconstructing its shape back into that of a horse, prancing forward. I caressed its nose gently, feeling its rough, cold skin. It nickered softly, beginning to tell me of what it had learned so far from tailing Jack.
“They’ve gone their separate ways then? That’s fine, it doesn’t matter anyway. Should I attack again, it’s best to take them on one by one, especially with Jack in their ranks. So, where’s Jack now?” I asked, circling the globe at the center of the room.
The nightmare snorted, pulling away from my hands as it continued to speak.
“With the girl? You mean Ashe? What are they even doing together?!” I growled, stomping on the ground with a loud, frustrated yell, frightening the nightmare.
How was it that these two even met? Why was