It occurred to Albert that he should've been scared. Standing here in the dark, in the middle of the forest, with
rust covered hands reaching for him
But just when he heard the myth's voice in his head. He just felt calm
He didn't startle or flinch when those hands cradled his head and his face, when those same hands reached out and curled around him, pulling him to the myth.
Cradling him like he was something precious
"I knew you would come back." a hoarse voice said
Yes, he supposed the myth did, if he had known it months ago rust had probably known even sooner
But something he could think about later
He was home
