The wind blew gently with Kael remained seated on the fallen log long after the old man disappeared into the thicket of the woods.
The words the man had spoken circled in his head like vultures waiting for him to fall.
Possessions?
What did he mean by that? Kael hadn’t lost anything material no armor, nothing of significant value besides the one thing he tried to bury deep inside himself.
His identity.
“Your possessions…”
Was the old man referring to his Hakana?
Kael rose slowly, brushing the dried leaves from his trousers as he glanced up at the sky. The sun had begun to sink behind the treetops, bleeding hues of amber and crimson into the forest canopy.
Shadows crept along the floor, long and misshapen. The weight of silence clung heavily to him, yet his thoughts roared loude
