Well, crap.
He had been worse than useless during that whole debacle a few months back. But here he is, ready to try again. And it had only taken some time away and a nice little pep talk to screw up the ambition (read: courage) to come back again. That had been a whole lot messier than he had anticipated. And apparently his timing is just plain atrocious. Fortunately he has the sun on his side. He had been able to skedaddle real quick after his rather large and unfortunate snafu.
As it turns out, he’s apparently not meant to be a warrior.
Or meet his father, either. I mean, that had been the whole point of the visit, hadn’t it?
In any case, here he is now, ready to try again. And who knows, maybe he’ll stick around this time. Assuming no more wars are about to break out, that is. That most definitely is not a can of worms he wishes to have opened again.
Maybe he’ll even find some a little bit of bravery while he’s here, as well as his father. Shit, would his father even want to meet him anymore?
Well, actually, why wouldn’t he? He’s pretty awesome if he does say so himself. Despite the whole run and hide thing.
He continues for some distance into the kingdom before finally halting, a slight frown on his face. Glancing around, silvery eyes darting from tree to tree, he wonders how the hell they had managed to grow back so fast. He had seen them burn. Unless they were magical trees. Could be. Who knows.
A sound behind him startles him, causing him to whip around, eyes searching for the interloper. ”Hello?” His voice is firm when he speaks, as though he has the right to question anyone approaching him: the real intruder. Still, just to be on the safe side, a shield of sunlight settles across his dusty black coat, protecting him from whoever might be out there.
who am i supposed to be
if everything good is taken from me?
astray
So, I believe the trees are back? Right? If not, I'm a horrible poop who can't read I guess.
P.s. please excuse the horrible, wandering mess that this is. I'm still getting used to him