𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔢

I splash water on myself again. Am I acting this weird? This storm in my head is more violent than I first thought. I pull my hair back. I grip myself. The coldness of the water is growing. Even the water and the air feel the cold of the battle that will soon be growing.

"You seem stressed." He says behind me.

I turn.

"Oh, you're here." I say.

"Hmm... of course." He moves his hand up my chest. 

"The battle, how will it go?" I ask.

"You ask me of the future." He says.

"You knew about the Wargs. How would you not know about the battle that will soon be upon us?" I ask.

"Why do you trouble yourself with these questions?" He asks.

"How should I not?" I ask. 

He moves his hands around me. I look at him. He presses his face against mine. I grip his back. This feeling doesn't bother me. It ignites me. It surges through me like flames. It's like honey pouring down my throat. He grips my back.

"Let your worries fade." He says. 

He grabs me and lifts me out of the water. I grip his head minding the horns.

"I'll try." I say.