Willow.
The moon hung low over the academy all swollen and painting everything in silver as a cold hushed settled over the night. Most of the warriors had already retired for the night drunk on exhaustion and maybe a little wine but there had been whispers through the halls that something was off.
That was when we heard the call and no it wasn’t the bell or the signal horn. It was Damon. He didn’t wait for council or company or group of warriors to be with him. No armor or grand assembly for the risk he was about to freaking take and I’d call it show off if not that I witnessed him in his power.
He simply left his jaw tight with something more than anger. It was something deeper and bone deep and personal. No one asked where he was going and yes, not even me we just followed knowing
