Heelie Faes Radford

It continued.

The wall. The collapse. Valen. Ignis. Pippin. All of it the same.

Aethel stepped in front of Frygaras, blocking the incoming claw with his axe. Aethel shouted for me to finish the spell, breaking me out of my stupor. I finished the cast. Valen was back up. The party had a chance.

I woke up.

I sat with that for a while before writing this. Each night the nightmare seems to reveal a little more. I do not know what comes next, and frankly… I am not certain I want to.

I went fishing with Edvar today. We cut holes in the ice and waited. We caught a few knucklehead trout. He seemed pleased. I did not mind the cold.

It was a good enough day.