The journey from the sanctuary was cloaked in silence, each step a testament to the burdens Thomas and Alaric carried. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting an ethereal glow on the path ahead. Thomas walked with a purposeful stride, his resolve unwavering. Alaric followed closely, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
They finally reached a secluded clearing where Thomas decided to rest and share the truths that had long been hidden. The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on their faces. Thomas looked at Alaric, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sorrow and determination.
"Alaric," Thomas began, his voice steady but tinged with pain, "there is much you need to know about that fateful night, the night I was believed to have been killed."