Cross the stars with me

Something's different

[A/N] This chapter will be quite... long (sorryyy) going to try some world building and stuff as I feel it's been quite loaded with dialogue atm so hopefully I can add some interesting stuff this chapter and delve deeper into the more medieval/fantasy element that's going on.

-Rob-

I am yet to grow accustomed to our home; despite living here for six years, everything still has a wrongness to it. We had been born far south from here, a place called Dorath it was brighter and airy, the region was dominated by woodland a sea of emerald gems with no trace of a shadow in their wake Dorath was full of life, the only place I could really call home, now we reside here at Whitemoon with a different family name and ruling a different kingdom. There was no beloved green forest here, no vibrant ecosystem just spans of silver mountains, acres of red grass, and clusters of ash-coloured trees with misshapen roots; it would be a mistake to say that it is not beautiful, but it just isn't home.

I knew I would find Eynal here tonight of all nights. At the top of the guard tower that rested at the leftmost part of the concentric walls, it looked over a small stream, white as bone, and hugging the spans of shimmering bloodgrass. It was quietest here and gave the best view of the night sky: the moonlight shimmered across the slanted roof and illuminated your frame perfectly if you sat in the right spot, which gave a sense of purity and was perfect if you needed a place to sit and forget. I said nothing as I approached choosing to lean against a rack of shields silently and watch him; my presence had seemingly gone unnoticed as he stayed sitting at the entrance to the small balcony, legs crossed and staring into the sky, a look of guilt was drowning his features as he fidgeted with a loop of thread that had come undone from his tunic.

"Are you afraid?" Eynal asked suddenly, eliciting a small jump that nearly caused the rack behind me to topple; clearly, he chose to pretend not to notice that I was here until now.

I frowned "Afraid of what?" I questioned and hesitantly stepped forward removing my cloak and spreading it across the floor to sit and face him.

"Of being pointless" he whispered with a shaky voice still staring into the sky, he looked exhausted his eyes carried heavy shadows and his hair was a mess, mashed together into curly clumps.

His words gave me a light chill. Eynal never spoke like this, he was often cynical and pessimistic, but never with such emotion he always seemed not to care. "I don't think anyone is pointless Eynal" I said.

He did nothing but huff at my response, unsatisfied. "we're all here for some form of reason, all of us have a purpose and none of them are pointless" I continued.

"But do you remember any of them?" he asked. He had finally pulled the loose piece of thread away and had now taken to wrapping it lightly around his fingers.

"Well, no" I admitted "we only remember the great ones but that doesn't mean the others lived a pointless life it isn't about how people view your accomplishments it's how you view them and if you think you've lived a fulfilling life then you have."

"Of course you would think that" he said laughing bitterly. "It's like you all forgot everything that happened, we're barely a family anymore" he sighed "there isn't a point to anything Rob, I searched for years watched everyone live their lives and reached the same conclusion every time."

Words failed me as guilt washed over my body, we had been in similar situations before once a year he would come here and sit and sometimes I would accompany him and we would sit in silence only for things to return to normal the next day on repeat for another year, but this had never happened before.