It was the darkest of nights because the sky was threatening to tear up once again. Frequent rain falls, hazy days and dead silence was common in the kingdom these days. Thick fog was covering all parts of the forests and the moon was hidden behind the depths of heavy clouds. Shivering with cold and fear, every being was hidden in their safe places except him who was unfazed by everything around him.
The fire inside him had made him immune to the cold around him, the deafening noise inside him was a contrast to the silence outside, the fog of regrets, uncertainties and burden of budding emotions had clouded his eyes as much as they didn't get bothered by the fog falling above them.
He stopped by Oriskany's cottage and knocked on the door a few times. After a few moments, the door creaked open slowly, revealing a set of peculiar eyes which stared in his soul.
