The Lonely Plains (2)

The night reveals a warrior's true spirit.

Wisdoms of The Koh'rakh

NARA

The Lonely Plains (2)

The nights were the hardest. When the sky turned dark and the stars blinked into existence, the plains transformed into a different kind of wilderness. The vastness that seemed almost welcoming in the daylight became oppressive. The silence was profound, broken only by the distant calls of nocturnal beasts. I made camp where the tall grass were scarce and lit a ill-advised fire under the open sky, I was really cold so I didn't really care about the consequences. The firelight flickering around me as I huddled beneath my cloak for warmth. the flames offering little comfort against the chill that seeped into my bones. The stars overhead twinkled like they knew some secret I wasn't privy to, and for a moment, I wondered if they were mocking me.