The morning air is crisp as I step outside, the early light just beginning to spill over the horizon. It's still quiet, the castle and its surroundings wrapped in a blanket of silence. But I could not stay still, not with so much weighing on my mind. I had been restless for days now, and I knew there was only one place I needed to be—Mount Sith, to see Louis Sith. My brother and I never saw eye to eye, but regret and remorse filled my mind over the years that we had been at odds.
I left Sith Castle and took the path to the mountain, which was familiar, each stone etched into my memory from countless trips years back. As I climbed, the chill of the mountain air bit at my skin, but I pushed forward, my breath coming in steady puffs. The higher I went, the more my thoughts were quiet, the noise of the world was falling away until it was just me and the mountain.
