Chapter 17 – Walkers

LAMIA

Time is measured by a watch, the sun, and the moon. The cycle of the realm turning. Time is honored by nature, which flourishes and grows under its revolving sky and elements.

A life is reliant on time. Some have more than others and some die sooner than expected. We are all born with an expiration date, that expiration date just isn't filled out.

Then you have these things called walkers. Neither human nor monster where time stood still for them. Their hearts do not beat, their minds do not think, their bodies move but for what I do not know. They simply exist with no purpose, no means, no thought, no goal.

Guilt riddled me for what I was about to do, making me wonder where this guilt was when I wanted to massacre the Changelings.

When I initially was prepared to slaughter the Changelings it festered from raw hate and retaliation of who they previously served. With these walkers, I felt sorry for them. They did not come to be like this of their own free will. They were people, m