Literature
Don't follow me...
"Somebody is hunting me... I can feel it. I need you to stay away from me my love, and if I were to disappear... Please, forget and move on."
The crystal passed its daily cycle once again, new light greeting the earliest citizens of Hydlaa as they busy themselves with early activities. Upon the edge by the tavern, where one has the best view over the city, rests a blonde nolthrir against the stone wall.
His last words continue to repeat themselves through her head. The last time he held her hand, squeezing it gently. The last time they kissed, tears flowing from their eyes. The last time she saw him, turning as he left secret garden...
Ivo