Many months have passed since everything happened. And it all seemed to pass by so fast, as if it were the wind passing by, never to come back. It brushed against his skin and then left as fast as it came. Really, he should start treating time better; he was going to be sixteen soon, if this continued.
Which would mark his seventh year away from home.
'Seven... whole years.' It was... scary to think of it, after all, it felt like yesterday he had gotten trapped in the Withered, and yet, at the same time, the effects of being gone for so long were present.
He didn't remember his father's face all that well anymore.
After all, he had seen a lot of faces in these last years.
And yet... a part of him knew that another few years were going to have to pass before he could ever think of going back, really, he had spent all this time to and he wasn't even a Seeker.
...
And he didn't want to return home as a Seeker.
