Xaden stayed in the room as I started the carving with my dagger but he was called out by Bhodi to do something. I was getting more and more tired as I continued and I knew that I would end up hurting myself with the blade in my hand if I continued, so I placed it in my sheath and sat by my book and glanced at it.
Maybe it's cocky but I think I designed this map much better than any carver could. I smiled at the drawing and then looked over to the table, it really was coming together, but right now I needed food and a lot of sleep. I stood with a groan and walked to the door retracing my steps back to the kitchen.
I walked in and saw that Lyanna had made some lamb stew for dinner, it was going cold so I reignited the fire and placed the pot over it. When it started to boil I took it off and dished it out onto a plate, I grabbed a slice of bread from the counter and sat down to eat.
Only the dim glow of candlelight ensured I was able to see. The moon looked to be at about nine o'clock. I had zero clue where my brother or Bohdi or Imogen or even Xaden had gone too. The only sounds of life were the bats screaming to one another. I decided I was going to walk around until I found someone and if all else failed I would just sleep in this cafeteria area.
At least I would get first dibs on breakfast in the morning. I chuckled to myself and stood, placing my sketchbook into my waistband and walked out the room. The roofs on the corridors and adjacent rooms, all had holes or leaks in them.
It made me wonder what they told us at home was true and what was made to be true. I followed the hallways and imagined the dragon fire ripping the roofs and burning the stone apart. The screams of children calling for their mothers, the sound of parents crying becasue they knew they'd never be able to hold their babies again.
How? How could one person start a war? Was it really worth it? Was it planned? Or was it over an insult?
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Painted Reality | Xaden Riorson x FEM!OC
Fiksi PenggemarBrush strokes dance, colors ignite, Canvas whispers, silent night. In realms of hues, my soul takes flight, Escaping constraints, in dreams alight. With each stroke, a world unveiled, Reality fades, imagination hailed. In painted scenes, I find my r...