We're caught in the crossfire
of the war inside our soul
He is no stranger to darkness, but even he cannot feel comfortable in such eternal night. The eclipse that never ended had stirred the hair along his spine, prickling with such intense foreboding he had been drawn from the shadowed depths of the private glen he shared with Ilka. He had not needed to venture far to discover the source of his apprehension.He has no name for the creatures that had clawed their way from the loam, but he does not need one to understand the danger they represent.
In the darkness he is strong. The only boon in such an ugly time, and for perhaps the first time since he had discovered his ability, he is grateful for it. Instinct warns him he would never win a confrontation with whatever had stolen the light and crawled like botfly from the earth. Instead he returns swiftly to Ilka, dread beating a rapid rhythm inside his chest.
Before he has even reached her, he has already begun weaving the heavy darkness around them, crafting a barrier against the unnatural things that lay beyond. He’s not entirely certain it would work, but he needed to do something.
“Ilka,” he breathes her name hoarsely as he presses his lips almost desperately to her cheek. Wrapping her close, his eyes scan their home rapidly, the natural warmth of his brown gaze dampened by worry. “We need to find our children.”
It’s a foolish thought. Their children had been scattered to the corners of Beqanna and beyond. Only a few remained here, tethered to this land by a sense of home. But it pains him to imagine them out there, facing this on their own. “We need…” he continues before his voice trails off, unable to complete the thought.
They needed help, or too help, but he fears it may be far too late for that.
Shahrizai
@[Ilka]