hunter's life

Own Way

The celebration. This and that, he can’t even remembers all the names skekZok gave them.

He celebrates second solstice in his own way. No need for fancy words, elaborated rituals.

Just him and the forest and…

… when the mystic appears. he is sitting by the fire, the flames reflecting in his green eyes. He is half naked, the rest of his clothes will follow.

“At last” he says, taking off his mask. In face of this rite, nothing is needed, aside of himself.

In the distance, a castle horn is heard. The sound rings in the deep darkness of the cool night and dies minute after.

He knew they will try.

Now.

In the future.

But he has his own ways of celebrating second solstice.

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