Celeste pov
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The journey. I huffed an amused laugh, the glow of the fire lit my face while the smell of freshly warmed rations made me recoil back. For all the muster… For all the fire and brimstone I felt between the edges of my heart. Here I was, among the cold and dreary winter, against the back of a harsh storm, given nothing but the barest instruction, knowing naught but an immutable willpower.
It might… no, it must bring me back. For the prologue had yet to truly end, the story had not yet begun and the page had not been fully turned. I had seen the efforts that he - that Gabriel had gone through. The dealings and deaths he had reigned. If only by a second hand source.
