It somehow seemed as though the darkness had become more heavy, more swallowing. It was so frightening, that darkness. Great and terrible.
Tolten stepped out into it on shaking legs, sword in hand. But he had a light. The beam from the torch didn't exactly cut the darkness, but it pushed it back some.
He hated his own failing, lack of making any sort of plan. But what else was there to do but go out? He'd wasted too many nights already.
He'd wasted so very much.
But no more. He attempted to give himself a pep talk, utilizing all manner of inner fire metaphors, but even he had to admit it all sounded like nonsense. There was nothing wrong with being afraid, as long as he didn't let the fear rule him.
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Tolten stepped out into it on shaking legs, sword in hand. But he had a light. The beam from the torch didn't exactly cut the darkness, but it pushed it back some.
He hated his own failing, lack of making any sort of plan. But what else was there to do but go out? He'd wasted too many nights already.
He'd wasted so very much.
But no more. He attempted to give himself a pep talk, utilizing all manner of inner fire metaphors, but even he had to admit it all sounded like nonsense. There was nothing wrong with being afraid, as long as he didn't let the fear rule him.
Now to decide where to go...