The longer this lasts, the more pain he feels. Every bone in his is on fire, utterly furious and dumbfounded. How dare the man bring up her family? He knows it's a sensitive spot, and the judge has clearly hit it right on the nose. Oh Nimue. His heart aches for her, seeing her standing there, her whole being quivering as tears light in her eyes. It takes a lot for her to cry, that he knows, and when the tears begin sliding down her cheeks, he feels a sharp stab inside him, like those are his own tears.
He can't let this go on. He won't. He will never be able to live with it. But before he can even begin to think about doing anything, the judge starts to speak again. Arian tries to tune out the horrible voice, alternating between an eagle in severe pain and a bloodthirsty whale's call, but it's hard. Focus. Focus. He needs to focus.
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Water and Wind
FantasyEvery year, in the old log cabin in the heart of the woods, a face appears at the window. A haunted face, illuminated by the light of the moon with the backdrop of the dark forest. It is the same story each year, the same cabin, woman, circumstances...
