The sun dipped below the horizon, pinks and oranges painted the sky. The trees rustled, swaying in the wind of the impact. Rohan stood in the middle of the back courtyard, his dark hair moussed and glistening with sweat. His person was unharmed save for a few nicks in his hoodie and a new rip in his jeans. The black boots and the foot of his pants were a dusty brown from the terrain. He looked more like a teen who was playing over someone fighting a magical creature.
“You're home”, Merlin ran to her son.
Rohan relaxed into the arms that wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him close. They became like one organism, his cold sternness melted into contentment. “I'm back”, his free arm wrapped around her shoulder. Vlad followed behind his wife closely. Rohan spotted his father and pulled a
