Lost Time
PG. 01/24/2006.

He has run with the hunting party for a timeless time, a Quislai-looking boy with a red rose of a mark blooming on his forehead, his hair long and tangled, tied vaguely back with a frayed satin ribbon. His limbs are long and pale, crossed with scratches from branches and lovers' long nails. Loosely-sewn deerskin pants hang low on his narrow hips, smudged with dirt and dust and dew.

He has returned to the House of Mirrors, to find it cold and hollow. He has remembered himself.

Long years have passed. Charles steals flowers from a vendor and distributes them amongst the graves of his family.

He slips a thorn-branch into his pocket as he leaves for the Wildworld, to find his old mentor and discover what he can of the life he could have had.



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