GiantIt had taken him a year to traverse the Desolate Continent, his rucksack getting smaller and smaller as his supplies ran out. He might have been able to get to his destination sooner with help, but he knew he had to make this journey alone. A clear map, a course plotted on paper, anything more concrete than the fleeting memories of the stories he'd been told as a child would have helped. But he had to make do. The world was at an impasse. No one was happy, but no one had an edge, either. His goal was to turn the tide in favor of his people. Of his history. Of the very power they once possessed. When he finally crossed the tundra and could see the skeletal remains of the giant—of the mythical force he'd spent his childhood dreaming of—even his shock that the being had been real couldn't overtake the awe of discovering an entire body. Though he was tired from his travels and exhaustion threatened to kick in, he was calculated. This one was stabbed clean through, both weapons present in that exact spot. There were more giants than just this one. He couldn't guess whether the others were still alive or not, but this one had been dead for some time, at the least. Contemplating this, he looked up at the helm of the long-dead warrior before nodding, a pleased smile on his face. One was enough, at least to start with. He could look for more corpses to reanimate later.
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The End Toward the end, Taku was hardly there. Physically, he was present, but Tobias didn’t know the man in front of him beyond knowing who he once was. Tobias could tell at a glance when Taku was there and when he wasn’t. The only part of him that remained consistent was the marble eye, the cloudy gray anchor that at times seemed dull in comparison to his large personality, and at others seemed to hold his head in the realm of the living as the rest of his body tried to revolt. He’d fall into fits of rage, periods where anything and everything he could keep hold of long enough would get thrown across the room and left wherever it fell; other times, he’d be the bright, buoyant person that drew Tobias in from the beginning. Even at his brightest, though, the light seemed to fade from his real eye. Tobias knew he was tired, but it was something beyond exhaustion that he didn’t have a word for. It was the dete
The Nomad When the nomad arrived, the building inhaled. It was a slow, shuddering gasp of a breath, wind passing into the shoddy boards the same way it passed through the tattered clothes hanging limp over the nomad's frame. In the breeze, both swayed. The nomad hesitated only once before breathing out. The building exhaled with him. When the nomad sat, kneeled solemn at the foot of the barely standing bed, the building stilled. The very air held taut, lifeless, as the nomad pressed his hands to the dusty bedsheets, fingers tracing blotched stains dried out from years of atrophy. When he took his hat from the bed stand, tapping the dust from it and letting the dust fall onto the bed, the body in the bed did not move. When the nomad stood, the building exhaled. It was a long, deep exhale that lasted until he stepped back outside, wind carrying the nomad out and onward down the road. When he inhaled next, the building did not move.
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