Now~
Dara
Twelvestones
Dara shivered beneath his winter cloak and pressed on in the bitter cold. Ruin huffed frosty puffs of breath as he trotted on the path ahead. In the distance, the towers of Twelvestones solemnly regarded their approach.
He had been gone for months, roaming the countryside with the excuse of hunting. Ruin had fed enough to see him through the winter and into the spring. And after hunting became pointless, Dara camped alone, searching for solace he had yet to find.
Masaki was no dream and far more than a memory. He had known that much even before he left Twelvestones. Dara’s solitary soul-searching had led him to question why he remembered as much and as vividly as he did. He discarded every possibility until he was left with only one, then still refused to accept
