Turning back around,
Fayendar realized he
was all alone on the bridge. His life
was filled with choices: to go back or to go forward. The choice was solely his alone. His resigning
smile pursed with resolution to press forward.
Life was about the consequences of his choices, and he had made too many
of those, it was now time to face things as they were. Deep inside, he felt as though he had been
running away from something, trying to live a life that somehow was not even
his own. Now was the time to correct his
course and follow what he knew was right.
From the bridge of
Norwood he headed for the Gorge of the Talkers, as a side mission for
Mereith. It felt like a warning, wrought with yet a looming twist
of its own...
...
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