WREN
All these felt like life was pulling a cruel joke on me. Or perhaps it was all one weird dream that I might wake from.
I had thought meeting him before had just been a fragment in my thought but with each step I took and with my last twenty minutes with him in the room the surrealism of the entire situation was starting to hit hard.
I didn't remember how I got back to my cellar.
All I could reply was one moment I was standing before him, begging him to remember me. Next, I was walking through endless stone corridors while two guards escorted me in complete silence.
My feet moved on their own, drifting away from the room but my mind didn't. It was still stuck right in there.
The sound of the heavy door closing behind me finally pulled me back to reality.
I stood there without m
