I Can Not Die Here

In the middle of the night, Draven found himself rousing from sleep due to the heavy sound of flapping wings. Landing on his window sill was his snowy white owl, Midnight, who let out a hoot upon seeing his master in bed.

Draven turned his red eyes to look at his pet. Realizing his master was awake, it let out another hoot.

The King understood his message. 

"Again?" Draven frowned and got out of bed. 

He went towards the window and asked, "Where?"

The owl hooted in response, and his master looked out the window, as if able to see something from a distance. Draven was about to disappear from his chamber but he found himself pausing in his tracks. The pitiful face of his servant flashed in his mind. 

He was reminded of Erlos' pitiful expression back when he saw muddy footprints on the floor he had been keeping immaculately clean day in and day out. If Draven were to venture out barefoot again like this…