lost & found

Fred’s a good girl, she won’t let me fall, he said, smiling softly as he wrapped his thighs tighter around the griffon, leaning a bit more forward than usual to rest his weight on her strong torso. He smoothed a hand along his feathers, At least to the coast… might… might need to double up to get home… He hated this. Hated feeling this weak and hated feeling this helpless. He hated being a burden and he felt like one as they flew to the coast. He landed in a spot that was familiar, but not somewhere he considered unsafe or where he would be looked for. He stood, listening to the water crash against the beach.

Justice… he croaked. It wasn’t Justice was it? It was someone else. Those dark onyx eyes… the burning searing pain as he was burned from the inside out. Not many men towered over him but this man— this self named God— had and when Anders didn’t bend to his will immediately… he looked down at his arms, I don’t know exactly when Justice stopped being just Justice and became Elgar’nan… or part of him… but it was from when I was here the first time. He is twisted and he… he’s whole again. A man found me and pulled the sliver of him I held out and now… Lana, this is not good. This… people are going to die. Again. Because I wasn’t strong enough.