Chapter 73
Tethys traveled through the murky haze of stars until the sores on her feet bled. How long had she walked? When had she last slept? It was hard to remember in this all-encompassing darkness.
“We’re nearly there,” a voice said from beside her.
“Nearly where?” She couldn’t remember where she was going. Only where she had been. Everything else was stardust.
The voice didn’t reply, so she continued on, her joints cracking beneath exhausted muscles. The shadows stole her very identity, right down to the marrow in her bones. What was her name? How long must she walk in this horrible place? It was cold. Too cold. She wouldn’t last much longer.
There was a glint of a golden sword up ahead.
The first light to catch her eye in hours, days, centuries?
She wasn’t sure the last time she’d faced the sun.
After trudging through the endless void, would her skin burn under its rays?
Maybe she morphed and molded to the dark like a creature of shadow. Maybe she was the shadow itself.
“Follow without doubts, Daughter of Dawn,” the voice whispered, echoing from every direction. “Keep your eyes pointed toward the light. Now and until the end of time. Always find the light.”
In the distance, a man with blonde hair and swirling black ink raised his sword and sprinted into battle.