"This is..." Garron muttered to himself in bafflement, nose deep in a large, weathered tome. He turned a page, shook his head and then flipped back to the previous page, before setting down the tome and quickly scrawling on his notebook. He had traded the parchment for it a while back, seemingly in need of more volume to take his notes.
Menarx's eyes came open. They were still in the forest, he realised. But a moment ago, it hadn't seemed that way to him. Not for the first time, his mind had strayed...to a different place, with a different company, one he could now only relive in memories.
Inside his mind was an abyss of swirling darkness, and his heart seemed to have created an escape, a safe space where he would often be lost in, at any quiet moment.
It was only that, this manner of coping by deluding oneself was more harm than good. But what of it? There was nothing that could be more detrimental to him than what had already happened.
