PRISONER IN THE WELL
Astros stared at the empty space occupied earlier by his father, his mind in turmoil. After a few minutes, he went back into the cottage and sat down with his back against the wall; his eyes were turned towards Fansrog, but he did not really see him, absorbed as he was in dark thoughts.
This was not my destiny, he told himself mentally. It was foretold that I would do something great, and instead I find myself hiding down here nursing a little boy. It wasn"t supposed to end this way...
He ran his hands through his hair in a desperate gesture, his face flooded with tears, his chest shaking with violent sobs. Yet it couldn"t be like this, it just couldn"t. Astros knew his story well, his mother had often told him when he was a child...
It all started the same night
