TRISTEN
Fuck.
His.
Life.
And f**k her too for doing this to him.
Leaving her in that bathroom had been one of the hardest things Tristen had ever had to do in his life.
Right up there with the time his father, arming him with only a small pen knife, had given him a drought to dull his Essence and then left him in the middle of an Adujle forest for half a moon cycle.
On second thought, he thinks perhaps hard is the wrong word for this thing with Moria.
The Adujle are phantoms that take the form of a dog or wolf. They hunt in packs and have the ability to induce hallucinations in their prey before killing them.
Tristen had spent the next two weeks after his dad left just shy of starving and constantly running for his life.
It was winter and he had been 11.
That had been hard.
Bu
