Just a moment more, she thought as her companions’ voices urged her to flee. “Hurry,” they whispered, afraid of being heard, frantic to be away. He deserved better than this, better than burial in a grave with a headstone that was not his own. Better than to have died, felled by nameless wraiths that struck through the mist, then dissolved into darkness.
Caring for others I don't think is ever wrong. Sometimes someone might abuse that or use it to their own ends, but that's on them and we learn and move on. I'm glad she's going to exact revenge and I can't wait for a next installment... 😁
Caring for others I don't think is ever wrong. Sometimes someone might abuse that or use it to their own ends, but that's on them and we learn and move on. I'm glad she's going to exact revenge and I can't wait for a next installment... 😁
Nice, curious story!