Red
It had been two days. Two days spent wandering the scorched fields until he somehow found this piece of land miraculously untouched by the deadly magic of the demon warlocks. Two days alone, until he had any chance to stop and relax, and tend to his wounds and the wounds of his companions. Two days in the impossible silence of this dead place, which screamed at him with all the sorrow and guilt he felt knowing it had happened because of him. It didn’t matter it wasn’t Red’s intention for things to end like this. It didn’t mean that every day for the rest of his life he wouldn’t struggle to live in peace with what had happened. The guilt crushed him with every breath he took.
And then, Cath finally woke up. He was here, at the stable’s door, looking all rumpled and confused. And so un
