01-08-2024, 01:00 AM
He has been gone for a very long time.
He is not sure what drives him home, but for the past several weeks there had been a feeling he could not shake. It had taken root inside of his chest, this slight ache for something familiar, and try as he could to ignore it, the feeling would not dissipate. It was not until the root of unease began to blossom into dreams of home that plagued him every night that he finally decided that perhaps he needed to pay heed to whatever it is that is calling him back.
Lautner cannot begin to imagine what that might be; he is sure that most of his family (or at least the family that he knew) is gone. He had been young when he left and had never had any children of his own, and no friends to speak of, either.
Without wings or any other kind of abilities that would make traveling easy he had assumed he would struggle to make his way back, but the magic that had always encompassed the land appeared to still be well intact. There was a particularly dense patch of fog in the forest he was traveling through, and as he slipped through it everything around him seemed to shift. It was as if he stepped through an invisible veil, the kind that you cannot find if you are specifically looking for it; just one of many reasons that newcomers stumbled into this place and could not find their way out.
He is still not certain that he is indeed home; there is so far nothing that stands out to him. He continues his trek through the gradually thinning trees, the snow muffling the sound of his steps, but he pauses when he hears someone calling out. The trees and the blanket of snow makes it difficult to discern where the voice is coming from and so he comes to a complete stop, calling back, “hello?”
He is not sure what drives him home, but for the past several weeks there had been a feeling he could not shake. It had taken root inside of his chest, this slight ache for something familiar, and try as he could to ignore it, the feeling would not dissipate. It was not until the root of unease began to blossom into dreams of home that plagued him every night that he finally decided that perhaps he needed to pay heed to whatever it is that is calling him back.
Lautner cannot begin to imagine what that might be; he is sure that most of his family (or at least the family that he knew) is gone. He had been young when he left and had never had any children of his own, and no friends to speak of, either.
Without wings or any other kind of abilities that would make traveling easy he had assumed he would struggle to make his way back, but the magic that had always encompassed the land appeared to still be well intact. There was a particularly dense patch of fog in the forest he was traveling through, and as he slipped through it everything around him seemed to shift. It was as if he stepped through an invisible veil, the kind that you cannot find if you are specifically looking for it; just one of many reasons that newcomers stumbled into this place and could not find their way out.
He is still not certain that he is indeed home; there is so far nothing that stands out to him. He continues his trek through the gradually thinning trees, the snow muffling the sound of his steps, but he pauses when he hears someone calling out. The trees and the blanket of snow makes it difficult to discern where the voice is coming from and so he comes to a complete stop, calling back, “hello?”
L A U T N E R
