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indent It had been the flames that had first drawn him. They had started in the early hours of the morning, creating an unnatural glow to the east. He had traveled there, and each step he took made unease draw heavy in his blood. By the time he had reached the building, he had known. The cabin had collapsed onto itself, but the scent was all around, above the smoke and the ash. Gabriel had stood there dumbly until the light had betrayed the necklace and the knife, and then whatever doubts he had carried (as few as they were) vanished. His father was dead. They were both dead.
indent Gabriel had not gone through the rubble, still smoking, still embers at that point. He had taken the knife and the necklace and gone to the ocean. He did not stop and did not think to wake his sister. Instead, he hurled the damned blade into the sea and let out a scream. A thousand emotions washed through him, but it was fury that came first. The grieving process worked in that way, he supposed.
indent Now, with his father’s emblem hanging alongside his own, the Aquila was cutting back through the Dampwoods. It was a distinctive scent that broke through the musk of death and fire. Almost instantly he looked up, and almost instantly he saw his half-brother sitting in the snow. The cloak, though it hid his face, could not fully hide who he was anymore. “Arkham?”
indent It had been the flames that had first drawn him. They had started in the early hours of the morning, creating an unnatural glow to the east. He had traveled there, and each step he took made unease draw heavy in his blood. By the time he had reached the building, he had known. The cabin had collapsed onto itself, but the scent was all around, above the smoke and the ash. Gabriel had stood there dumbly until the light had betrayed the necklace and the knife, and then whatever doubts he had carried (as few as they were) vanished. His father was dead. They were both dead.
indent Gabriel had not gone through the rubble, still smoking, still embers at that point. He had taken the knife and the necklace and gone to the ocean. He did not stop and did not think to wake his sister. Instead, he hurled the damned blade into the sea and let out a scream. A thousand emotions washed through him, but it was fury that came first. The grieving process worked in that way, he supposed.
indent Now, with his father’s emblem hanging alongside his own, the Aquila was cutting back through the Dampwoods. It was a distinctive scent that broke through the musk of death and fire. Almost instantly he looked up, and almost instantly he saw his half-brother sitting in the snow. The cloak, though it hid his face, could not fully hide who he was anymore. “Arkham?”