Reeva sat on the bench like he always did, finding solace in the quiet moments. In his normal life, he often drew comfort from these pauses, watching nature create small but meaningful experiences for him. The way the wind rustled the flowers, the gentle fall of leaves—it was the little things like that which brought him joy.
But today, watching the snow drift lazily to the ground, something felt off. First of all, he wasn't in the 20th century anymore. And second, he was being closely watched by two priests and two knights. They stood nearby, their expressions grim and serious, as if expecting something to happen.
The peaceful moment was starkly different from the tension in the air, and Reeva couldn't help but wonder how things had spiraled to this.
"Hey, have you heard the tale about the big bad wolf?"
Reeva asked, wanting a reaction from the priest but they didn't care about him at all. They continue to look over the horizon like a statue.
