Where The River Flows Red

Epilogue

Distrubed- Indestructible

Artemis:

There's something oddly satisfying about the way the water glows crimson red but when I scoop it up into my hands, the water becomes clear. It smells like ordinary water. It feels like ordinary water. There's more to becoming one with the river than the red cloak. More than keeping the balance on equal footing. I questioned the balance when I first came into this. How can a mortal stand on equal footing against something as powerful as me? As a wolf, as a vampire, a succubus, or a man chosen to live above the rest? You hide it from them. Ignorance is bliss and all that.

Never did I expect for mortals to evolve from what they were. I mean how often does the cattle fight back? They don't. They eat their grass, drink their water, mate, and continue to