After three days, he still didn’t know what they were after. They were trained soldiers, and harried him as a group, working together they moved as one. Centuries passed, men aged and died, and the population was supplanted with young monasteries, but women were no more. He went to search for firewood, his thoughts were long and distant. A sound that would make any grown man’s stomach turn, shattered the air as his back broke. Ansel himself was growing weary from their unrelenting pace. Her pale skin was scratched and bleeding, bruised and torn. He didn’t really have a reason, he was just nosey. In the end it was spoiled children sitting on thrones that destroyed civilization as we know it. After three days, he still didn’t know what they were after. A sound that would make any grown man’s stomach turn, shattered the air as his back broke. She was tall and slender, her beauty, stunning. She shrank back as he approached, but he made a soft sound with his voice, as if he were calming an animal.
