43 – A Hunter’s Vow
The moment I caught my breath, memories bombarded my head, spinning and rolling like a whirlpool. It felt like I was drowning with all the flashes of these tiny moments, as if the pieces of puzzle had been tossed in the air and it was up to me to make sense of it. Arawn’s memories were vivid, forcing their way on me. He had a happy childhood riding a winged-creature, his face painted carefree and innocence. He grew up, his face the same as I knew him now, and he ran around the woods casting spells and growing with nature. He was around with massive winged-creatures, with horns and scales, and he was not afraid of them. There was a storm raging in the cabin, a lightning struck a fire in their home. They were trapped inside and her mother was burning. He tried to cast spells but it was alre
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