We, Dormin, sat in silence for so long. We borrowed the body of the warrior, but it proved useless. We underestimated the priest, and in so doing, we were locked within the child with ungodly horns that had replaced the Wanderer's body and mind.
Mono, the girl he'd sought to bring back to life after she was sacrificed, the girl which he had loved enough to sacrifice his very existence for, was now his Mother, and his love was erased from existence. She didn't even realize the child she was nurturing was her love. But then, how could she? She awoke as if from a trance in a world she'd never seen, a land she couldn't remember ever seeing in her life. But the horse, Agro as the Wanderer had called him, had came back. She recognized the horse of her beloved, and gratefully followed him to the child. To us.. She's even taken the liberty of naming him. Ico. It would be a shock if she knew he was her love. We wait in silence as the boy grows, waiting for the opportunity when we shall be stron