He felt her, knew the exact moment she had arrived. The energy in the air had shifted and he knew holding on had been worth it. Everything he'd gone through, the humiliation, the suffering, the torture would soon come to an end. Anyone in his position would be planning revenge. But he couldn't be bothered. After living for so long, he'd seen the rise and fall of the strongest races. Nothing or no one lived forever. Eventually, even gods died. Why waste his time getting revenge when he could be enjoying his life? Therion wanted to feel the sun on his face, the sand under his feet and the wind against his skin. He wanted to spend all day in water and all night moon bathing. Being locked up for a millennium had opened his eyes, made him see what really mattered and what didn't.
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