It was not uncommon for him to be gone for extended periods of time. He had other worlds, other homes to maintain. Rhydin had just been his favorite for so long. Normally when he was gone for extended periods of time he had kept in contact with the girls at the Towers and Inn. Weeks had gone by and no such contact had been made. No effort at any form of communication.
Weeks turned to months before a simple handwritten note arrived at the Tower, sitting on an end table near one of his favorite chairs in the Hall.
It was simple, it was staggered and scratched ? as if it was forced to be written against the hand?s will. No other writings, nothing to determine its origin or how it had gotten there or if anyone was still in the Tower. The bed still remained neatly made, the desk undisturbed.
But it was his writing.
Upon it was written:
I live
Weeks turned to months before a simple handwritten note arrived at the Tower, sitting on an end table near one of his favorite chairs in the Hall.
It was simple, it was staggered and scratched ? as if it was forced to be written against the hand?s will. No other writings, nothing to determine its origin or how it had gotten there or if anyone was still in the Tower. The bed still remained neatly made, the desk undisturbed.
But it was his writing.
Upon it was written:
I live