Red
In the small oasis they found, an ash-covered piece of land in a sea of burned hopes and lives, Red felt like the days flew differently – at the same time too fast and too damn slow, but either way, he found it in himself that he didn’t want these moments to end.
Here, in the wooden hut that had survived by some miracle the devastating forces that destroyed all the land for miles around it, in the company of the only person who actually mattered, Red could finally feel at ease. The madness was dulled. Even the restlessness could be easily forgotten. Here Red wasn’t a king anymore, nor a prince, nor a brother or a friend. He was just a nameless demon and he realized it made him feel calm and finally at peace with all his guilt and internal pain.
Every morning he would wake up next t
