Recalls of Surrender

The Tyrant

Sorrow,

I hear its voice in the morning hour.

Morning light stripped of its glow, embedded in memory.

Stranger in Blue Water,

Oceans guiding a voyage.

Being brave and having courage.

Danger refusing to be intimidated by the hour,

A whisper in the shadows, telling us a secret.

It was dark inside the wolf.

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The circumstances surrounding my mental health deteriorated by the second. The feeling of emptiness that engulfed me after Dean's sessions was not just unbearable; it was suffocating. As a scavenger, I had mastered the art of presenting a composed and in-control facade, but inside, I was crumbling, my soul aching with a pain I couldn't articulate.

Despite my best efforts to focus on the priority, my mind kept getting hijacked by the week's events. The encounters with these strangers, who seemed to have an uncanny knowledge of my life, even my darkest secrets, left me feeling vulnerable and utterly exposed, like a raw nerve.

But the most unsettling thought was our upcoming journey to the decaying domains. Months of preparation and anticipation could not alleviate the uncertainty and unease in my mind.

As our vessel cut through the waves, I couldn't shake the ominous feeling that something evil lurked in the shadows of those decaying domains. A sense of impending doom hung heavy in the air, chilling me.

Despite the nagging thoughts of danger, I resolutely ignored them. My focus was on the safety and well-being of my team. I was their shield, ready to be discarded if it meant their survival. My fate was inconsequential in comparison.

As we sailed further into unknown waters, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching us. The eerie silence of the ocean only added to my paranoia.

The closer we got to our destination, the more intense my anxiety became. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it echoing in my ears.

But then I heard another voice amidst the chaos inside me – Dean's voice from one of his sessions. "Be brave," he had said. "Have courage."

I took a deep breath and repeated those words like a mantra until they calmed me down. Whatever lay ahead, I knew I had to face it with bravery and courage.

Rowan's sudden appearance on our journey sent a shiver down my spine. Her unexpected presence cast a dark shadow over our expedition, leaving me with unease in my stomach. As the waves rocked our ship, I instinctively kept my distance from her, my mind filled with questions about her true intentions and what she might bring upon us during our voyage across the sea.

As Markus's trusted heir, she rarely left his side or the imperial city. Yet here she was, on a ship bound for the decaying outskirts with a group of outsiders I had always looked down upon, a band of misfits I never thought I'd find myself among.

Rowan's face remained stoic, her expression unyielding as we sailed across the dark sea. It was as if she held an ominous and unsettling secret that she was yet to reveal.

She uttered few words, her gaze piercing the gloomy horizon. In awe of her severity and proximity to Markus, the others gave her a wide berth, their fear and respect for her palpable.

Though her followers may hold some perceived value, they were ultimately insignificant and a mere waste of space. Their emotions were fleeting, like a breeze with no weight or consequence. They were remnants left behind on Earth, temporary imprints swept away in the ever-changing tides of time.