“…Get up. We’re not dead yet.”
He crawled out from the darkness, slowly towards his sword and shield, shining in the light that lit up the dark cave, revealing the way out.
He was wounded, having been ambushed by bandits on the road home and left for dead in a dark pit, and yet no matter how dark things became, rays of hope still came through. He was alive, now all that mattered was getting back up, and getting the hell out of there.
I’m still around! You’ll have to excuse my lack of posting, I’ve been really busy with my new job and have also been hyper focused on improving my other craft, which is painting.
As an update, I am also doing commissions on paintings which you can contact me for here and will do my best to update this site with stories, some psych/philosophy based posts and painting based posts, showing what I’m working on.
In the meantime, I wish you all the best and ask that you donate if you enjoy my work. Take care!