111 BA

111 BA

Viller is currently walking on the road only the past travellers know where it leads. On his hand are a round stone that he keeps tossing in the air. His forehead is problematically creased. Around him are the serenity offered by the ocean on the other side of the road and on the other side is the relaxing peace given by the forest. But it did nothing to calm him.

“That is not going to help, you know,” Jek commented. He is with Viller the whole time. From the time Hodor almost killed them for not making progress with their search for Maridelle and the rest of them until their failure at Hilwood.

The stone has stopped bouncing on top of his palm. If only it could talk, it would complain how hard it is held, so hard that it is almost getting pulvurized. “Fuck!” Viller shouted frustratedly as he hurled the stone to far away distance. “We had them right into our teritory! This is all Vamoire’s fault. If she was not that careless with them, King Hodor won’t get angry. I should be a