Slowly, shyly even, the sun rose from the horizon, as its light of life projected onto the verdant plain, the long blades of grass, and the drops of condensation hanging onto them, like tears the night had left as it was forced to retire. Ink hadn't slept. He couldn't. He had simply spent the night gazing at the sky, at the slow course of the stars. Enjoying it as much as he possibly could, while he was still able to.
Today was his last day. Now either he'd face the danger he had been preparing for, or he'd have to plunge into the abyss forever. And he definitely wasn't planning to do the latter. He got up, and walked over to a lake next to the hill were he had been lying, plunged his hands into water to drink, but stopped at the sight of his own reflection. He looked terrible. His eyes barely changed shape when he blinked, he considered making grimaces, but knew they'd look just as inexpressive as his actual face. More unusual, were the bags under his eyes, marks of an expression he wasn't so used to : worry. It wasn't the thought of fighting that being that scared him, but rather the implications if he failed to win. He probably wouldn't get a second chance.
Inner-Ink had also been very quiet since the start of the night. Not that he considered this a big loss, but it had only been thanks to that voice that Ink had been able to stay alive and flee the first time, so going without him might not be so much of a good idea.
Today was going to be a loooong day.
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Inktobertale 2022 : Compilation of novels
FanfictionThe idiot who doesn't how to draw is back for his second Inktobertale book ! No more friends, no more hangouts, after an entire year spent alone wandering the Multiverse, Ink is finally going back home ! But before that, he must do one last solo adv...
