#3 – Swan
The young homina quietly closes the door. When waking up, they’ll discover her message, too late to hold her back.
“I’m taking a journey, a long journey. Farewell Nair-MacFays. Take care of you.”
And slowly, the Tryker slips into the peaceful night of the lakes. Her affairs are in order and her dear MacFays will be much safer without her.
It is time to live. Makan has doubts. I can feel his eyes looking for mines. But I cannot tell him a thing wihtout putting him in jeopardy. And then there are those horrible nightmares… those bottomless eyes which are haunting my nights. The eyes of the One who isn’t named anymore. “He” is dead. At least it is what I believed. But his corpse hasn’t been found back.
It is more than time to live.
Jazzy doesn’t understand this dreadful vision. I shouldn’t have told him. Nor should I have told about this monstrous zorai… He wants to hold me back but there’s nothing anymore in the lakes that could help me. I’ve got to go there, I’ve got do know.
Not to tell Dwane anything either. My sole family. He’d follow me wherever I’d go. And I’ve got to see through this quest on my own. Learn where I come from…
Yes, it is time… maybe even too late.
A last gaze on the sleeping city… “When will I see again these beloved shores?” whispers the Tryker as she enters the water.
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Dawn isn’t far away anymore. The Tryker chews a piece of dried yubo without stopping. A shiver runs through her as she walks down into the prime roots. She knows well this gloomy area. Danger is everywhere and she travels light. But she’s so small, she’ll hide easily.
The young homina quietly closes the door. When waking up, they’ll discover her message, too late to hold her back.
“I’m taking a journey, a long journey. Farewell Nair-MacFays. Take care of you.”
And slowly, the Tryker slips into the peaceful night of the lakes. Her affairs are in order and her dear MacFays will be much safer without her.
It is time to live. Makan has doubts. I can feel his eyes looking for mines. But I cannot tell him a thing wihtout putting him in jeopardy. And then there are those horrible nightmares… those bottomless eyes which are haunting my nights. The eyes of the One who isn’t named anymore. “He” is dead. At least it is what I believed. But his corpse hasn’t been found back.
It is more than time to live.
Jazzy doesn’t understand this dreadful vision. I shouldn’t have told him. Nor should I have told about this monstrous zorai… He wants to hold me back but there’s nothing anymore in the lakes that could help me. I’ve got to go there, I’ve got do know.
Not to tell Dwane anything either. My sole family. He’d follow me wherever I’d go. And I’ve got to see through this quest on my own. Learn where I come from…
Yes, it is time… maybe even too late.
A last gaze on the sleeping city… “When will I see again these beloved shores?” whispers the Tryker as she enters the water.
_____
Dawn isn’t far away anymore. The Tryker chews a piece of dried yubo without stopping. A shiver runs through her as she walks down into the prime roots. She knows well this gloomy area. Danger is everywhere and she travels light. But she’s so small, she’ll hide easily.