"Please…" Through tears, he pleaded, the man begged. "Please don't..."
I watched him there, Ria watched him - his knees planted to the dirt, arms bound behind his back by an invisible force. A book brimming with test and scriptures laid sprawled open in the grass by his side, further beyond a sword and its scabbard laid scattered, its sharp steel edge glinting bright from Ria's glowing light.
"I-I didn't know," The man continued to whimper, staring up at Ria with wide eyes trembling with desperation. "I swear on the Divines, I truly, truly didn't know!"
"Oh hush it with the Divines already, let us not pester their peaceful idyllic existence with your whines, and besides..." spoke a voice approaching from the darkness behind the man. "It is not them now that you should be swearing to."
Another memory.
I wonder now, how many more memories are there to be unveiled here in this forest?
And just how many more are there with her present?
