Regrowth, Part Two

“It’ll make more sense in time,” soothed Tyrdan. “This year is the beginning of the end of all our troubles.”

The change came on very slowly. His skin and hair faded to silver and gray. His new hunger suddenly sharpened, then diminished as abruptly as it had came on. And everyday he felt more clear-headed, and more himself, though he couldn’t say who that old self has been, as he had been bumbling since infancy. Continue reading “Regrowth, Part Two”