It was approaching midnight when Robin finally reached the old tower in the woods. He remembered playing here as a child, training to fight the sort of thing he now was. He ran his hand along the stone exterior and the moss covering parts of it. A sad smile tugged at the corners of his lips as the nostalgia washed over him. He dearly missed his brothers, he missed the times when they were all together, the time when he was still human.
Robin looked up at the sky. Moonspear was only one province over from his new home in a bustling trade town in Jadenshine, but it still felt like a world away from this place, from his old life. The moon and stars were brighter here of course. Fyarion shined his glory down on Moonspear, and the knights of the Order of the Moon. Being back here some how felt like he was offending the stallion-god. Some mornings he laid in the darkness in his bedroom and thought about killing himself, like would have been proper, but he lacked the courage to do it.
It took most of the courage he did possess to return to here. He was excited to see Crow again, but he also felt ashamed. He didn't deserve to face him. He was an embarrassment to his entire family, but Crow most of all.
