The Reunion
Standing there, in the middle of the street, is a tall hooded figure. His coat is worn, his boots are old, and he is covered in the road’s dust. Yet, he is intimidating, both in stature and aura. And, despite the fact that you can’t clearly see their face in the deep dramatic shade that covers it, you have no trouble recognizing their gender this time – mostly because you know him already.
“Hello, Blurred,” you say boldly. You know that this could be dangerous, and yet you have no fear. The memories you have of him seem to be a lifetime ago and you remember that he never really physically hurt you.
“You know,” he continued, “all these years I wanted to tell you why I didn’t go after you right away. I could have caught you and brought you back. You were – I guess that you still are – with no magical or battling experience, just as I requested to Arch you would. But I figured that you could use a night on your own before I come and get you, to show you just how grateful you should be for having me for taking care of you. But, hey, things sort of caught up with me, and before I knew it, you were out of my reach for some time.” He sighted. His voice is low, like the time where you departed, and you guess that is must be his dragon form under that hood, even if you see no wings.
You remember your resolution to kill him in the beginning, how certain your arrow would have been if he would have presented himself to your sight, but now, you aren’t so sure about it.
Written by Clayem on 04 May 2016
