It was the kind of stillness that even a feather would fall without drifting one way or the other.
The kind of stillness of when the grass strands straight and silent, the leaves dangled more as if they had been painted there.
Should a person be able to feel the beating of the birds' wings - that would have been the only breeze.
It was still, utterly.
Maybe for a moment there, I almost refused to believe it. Refused to believe Axeyl was actually here. In front of me. In the flesh.
Or maybe because I was suddenly scared. Scared of what might happen in a couple of minutes. So he's here. But what's going to happen next now that we've reached this point?
It may be silent now. But it's only a matter of time before a battle breaks out. If anything were to happen to him again because of
