Wren's head hurt when he awoke. It was dark. Crickets trilled in the night. He felt dazed. His vision was blurry and his head felt like a boulder floating on clouds. But he had to find –
He couldn't remember.
He was supposed to do something. He was supposed to go somewhere. He had promised someone something. But what?
It hurt to think, but he had made a promise, hadn't he? If he had made a promise, he had to keep it. That was the rule when one made a promise*.
It came to him then.
Home.
He had to go home.
And so Wren started walking.
*That was the rule when one made a promise to a witch.
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sparrow and lion
Fantasya noble & an orphan meet in an alley & make a promise they were always doomed to break. new chapter every thursday. random letters at random times.
