syrah syara…..god.
what if your mentor who loved you dearly couldn’t protect you from a grisly and unnecessary fate. what if you managed to escape your murderers and came upon an island where you could be safe. what if you tried to send word back that you survived but got no response. what if on the island a creature lured you to its home and possessed you. what if you could only remain yourself while awake, and falling asleep as yourself would kill you. what if you forced yourself to stay awake as long as you could because the toll it took on your body and mind was preferable to handing them over. what if a boy washed up on your island and helped you defeat the creature and promised to help you get home. what if you then learned it had been five hundred years and your mentor lived and died believing you were dead. just hypothetically











