Alpha and Omega
He felt it. Everything had changed...again. The tail to his heads was missing and what is the worth of half a coin? Miles had slowly melted under his rugged old boots when the certainty had reached him that, for a while, he was safe. That constant and neverending eye that burned across the horizon like a bad fiction reprodution had blinked, then closed. Would it last? Only Fate knew. It hadn't before, but some respite was a welcome relief. His soul ached from the damage that had been done this time in his pursuit and his evasion. People had been ended and it was his fault. Cities had creaked and crumbled and it was his fault. Hearts had broken and lives been shattered and it was his fault.
He stopped and pulled off his boot. How the hell had a pebble gotten in there?
He looked back into his past. Wife almost dead. Wife gone. Closest thing to family left long behind in the ground. A motley circus of near friends left behind for thier safety. Lies...so many lies. To the arrow, his ignorance. To the shadow, his loss. To the dreamer, his children. To the sleepless...the lie. They had to know his face. It was just bad timing. She will grieve for a lie. It is her way. Let someone grieve for him, maybe it will be better next time.
A dog jumps off a porch, racing for the edge of it's yard to defend it's property as the man walks on, a growl low in it's throat. He looks over as the shade from his hat shelters his eyes. The dog takes the hint and scurries back towards the broken down porch with it's tail between it's legs.
A lot of miles to go. Thousand miles, one step and all that...
He stopped and pulled off his boot. How the hell had a pebble gotten in there?
He looked back into his past. Wife almost dead. Wife gone. Closest thing to family left long behind in the ground. A motley circus of near friends left behind for thier safety. Lies...so many lies. To the arrow, his ignorance. To the shadow, his loss. To the dreamer, his children. To the sleepless...the lie. They had to know his face. It was just bad timing. She will grieve for a lie. It is her way. Let someone grieve for him, maybe it will be better next time.
A dog jumps off a porch, racing for the edge of it's yard to defend it's property as the man walks on, a growl low in it's throat. He looks over as the shade from his hat shelters his eyes. The dog takes the hint and scurries back towards the broken down porch with it's tail between it's legs.
A lot of miles to go. Thousand miles, one step and all that...