The Dark I Know Well || Open
Micah looked at the road beneath his feet. Sometime in the early hours of the night he'd decided he wasn't going to sleep. THe nightmares had been returning lately and, if he were honest, they scared him. A lot. He tried to sleep through them, but nothing had worked. He'd even tried elixirs street vendors had promised would cure him of this, but again nothing had worked. Of course he knew taking things form unknown people was incredibly dangerous, not to mention a faulty investment. But that's just how far he was willing to go. He'd either quench his nightmares or be poisoned. But, unfortunately neither had happened and he was stuck sleepless still.
Somehow he'd wandered out of Hallowed Oak where his small cabin hid and onto an unfamiliar road. Desolate and not seemingly trod upon often, it had an eerie sense about it. But Micah didn't mind much. If danger came, he had his weapon. In his sleep deprived state he wouldn't likely put up too much of a fight, but he would do what he could if needed. He just wanted the clear view of the beautiful night sky to clear his thoughts. Legs weary he laid back against the dirt and gravel, looking up at the stars. He remembered the nights in England not too long ago when he had sat around fires and looked at the stars. He remembered the older man that talked to him one of those nights, and how he had made him feel. What it had made him remember. The night with the blonde woman years ago that for some reason stood out to him. There were so many things about her that he hadn't learned, that lead him to wonder where she was now. He wondered what the older man in England was doing know. He wondered what Brock or Shiloh were doing now. He wondered what his old foster parents were doing now. He wondered how many people may be up wandering Athoria tonight as he was. How many other sleepless souls walked along abandoned streets.
And he wondered what else was running these streets. Surely there were things besides tired human not that far away from him. Suddenly, Micah was very thankful for his weapon being on him, and suddenly he felt very bad about laying in an unknown street at these hours. Cursing, he pulled himself back to his feet, looking around him into the darkness and then moving once again down the path in the direction he'd been heading, still curious as to where it would lead him.
