Your ghosts are real, I feel them in my lungs
Each day the sun set, it rose again. The sun does not cast her glance back the way he had come from, it knows only to move forward. Aeranas dogs the sun, chases her to each horizon she sinks beneath. Sleep has not come easily in the recent months to the lithe man, not since his grandmother slipped beyond the veil. She had been the sun in his sky for the last three years of his life. His sun will not rise again. Aeranas knows this, and the thoughts gnaw at his well-being. He spent the last few months grieving her death, but now he is close to their last determined destination. His long limbs eat the ground beneath him effortlessly. Aeranas is but a ghost, an unknown soul in a grand new world. A world he is frightened will swallow him before he gets the chance to be come the sun in someone else's sky. Before he gets the chance to finish his life of adventures. Aerie spots something as he moves.
He has seen and crossed the steppe between his previous location, and where he was going. He has pressed himself forward through a creek that carved its way around once proud boulders. Aeranas has come to kiss the sea, and he sees something black slicing its way through her powerful waters. He wonders what has created such a path. One made of obsidian, and upon it is a line of quartz. It is a strange sight, and it sparks something to life in him. Though it also sparks a sadness that has yet to leave him, he is very aware of the empty space on around him. The light is fading, and a warm glow radiates from his scarf. As if it speaks to him to indulge his thirst for adventure, as if his grandmother is urging him to carry on. The warm glow soothes his sadness slightly as he begins to move towards the strange bridge. It smells like the ash that falls from burning torches. He steps onto the bridge, it has a firm texture. But it is rough around the edges, much like he is. Aeranas watches the moon rise in the sky for a few more moments before he races on spindly limbs across the black bridge into the unknown. It is his first adventure, near what he hopes is Novus.
There are no torches to light his way, only the light the moon pours over the world below. He is bathed in the warm glow of his scarf, and races like a ghost across the silent bridge. The sea does not protest his intrusion of her space, but her breeze kisses his skin. She sends he love to him from a distance, much like he believes his grandmother does. Each time he faces a fear, he can almost feel her beside him again. For a short time, Aeranas imagines that she is still with him. Laughing as they race into the great unknown that has no horizon. He only stops to catch his breath when his daggers sink into the sand of the beach on the island. The world around him is very still, as if someone has taken a snapshot in time. Aerie pauses his journey to catch his breath, and to study the surroundings he now finds himself in. The sea remains still, she dares not sing her song this night. Something seems wrong, though he cannot place his hoof on it. Aeranas smiles to himself, he is happy to be a ghost in a strange land. It is a comforting feeling, for his bones know no home. Aerie nestles into the scarf upon his neck that emits a gentle glow as he peers at the sea beside him. He is not ready to continue his adventure just yet. He has time.
He has seen and crossed the steppe between his previous location, and where he was going. He has pressed himself forward through a creek that carved its way around once proud boulders. Aeranas has come to kiss the sea, and he sees something black slicing its way through her powerful waters. He wonders what has created such a path. One made of obsidian, and upon it is a line of quartz. It is a strange sight, and it sparks something to life in him. Though it also sparks a sadness that has yet to leave him, he is very aware of the empty space on around him. The light is fading, and a warm glow radiates from his scarf. As if it speaks to him to indulge his thirst for adventure, as if his grandmother is urging him to carry on. The warm glow soothes his sadness slightly as he begins to move towards the strange bridge. It smells like the ash that falls from burning torches. He steps onto the bridge, it has a firm texture. But it is rough around the edges, much like he is. Aeranas watches the moon rise in the sky for a few more moments before he races on spindly limbs across the black bridge into the unknown. It is his first adventure, near what he hopes is Novus.
There are no torches to light his way, only the light the moon pours over the world below. He is bathed in the warm glow of his scarf, and races like a ghost across the silent bridge. The sea does not protest his intrusion of her space, but her breeze kisses his skin. She sends he love to him from a distance, much like he believes his grandmother does. Each time he faces a fear, he can almost feel her beside him again. For a short time, Aeranas imagines that she is still with him. Laughing as they race into the great unknown that has no horizon. He only stops to catch his breath when his daggers sink into the sand of the beach on the island. The world around him is very still, as if someone has taken a snapshot in time. Aerie pauses his journey to catch his breath, and to study the surroundings he now finds himself in. The sea remains still, she dares not sing her song this night. Something seems wrong, though he cannot place his hoof on it. Aeranas smiles to himself, he is happy to be a ghost in a strange land. It is a comforting feeling, for his bones know no home. Aerie nestles into the scarf upon his neck that emits a gentle glow as he peers at the sea beside him. He is not ready to continue his adventure just yet. He has time.
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