FicWad

What is he playing at, running off into the mountains, following the dust of a trail that footsteps have not disturbed in countless years? Leaving by the soft creamy moonlight to act the suicidal hero? Now was no time to tap the mysteries of the shades of death, and beyond inconvenience, it was recklessness. Such foolhardiness was reserved for imprudent youth in more peaceful times, seeking to prove themselves more brave than their fellows. But the days were now dark, and the time called for reason, not for impulses and irrational fairy counsels. Still the strange captain walked toward demise.