Alpha Liandria;
The room is dark.
Not abandoned, or empty…Just dark.
I stare at the moonlight that's spilling into the room through the windows in the hut.
For a good long while, I remain standing at the doorway, just staring.
At the empty bed, the arranged furniture, and the space n't boy would have occupied if he were here tonight.
My hand finds the door frame for support as I stare at the empty space.
It's empty. Just like Igma's hut.
Devote Rhydian not bring here, I find myself unable to step inside.
I have entered war rooms before battles. I have negotiated with all kinds of rulers, faced monsters, buried friends and foes alike.
Yet somehow my son's room feels more intimidating than any battlefield I have ever stood on.
However, I can't just stand here. It's not enough. I miss him. I miss him so much it kills me.
I can't help but be worried about him. I wonder if he's safe.
I miss him.
