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More lies. He remembered it perfectly fine. It just wasn’t all that exciting. Same dream as most everyone: Fight the dragons. Unlike most folks, he just didn’t really care about it.
He might’ve, in his youth, had he the luxury to get swept up in the romanticism of the Wyld Hunt. He hadn’t. Now he was older and its appeal had worn off entirely. He’d just escaped having to live for his father’s dream, and then Baya’s right after… what was the Wyld Hunt but just another dream he didn’t choose? And frankly, it was one he’d likely die pursuing—just another twig thrown as kindling into the furnace of war.
To die for a Wyld Hunt? Something you had no choice in? No, that didn’t make sense to Tora at all. Yet here was FPS saying he’d do just that. The damned idiot.
“It’s alright, you know. Not everyone has a Hunt,” FPS tried kindly.
Tora didn’t respond, choosing instead to seethe silently. Folks with Hunts always talked the same and they were impossible to argue with. Wyld Hunt this. Wyld Hunt that. Their entire life’s purpose was their Hunt. It was more than just some life goal, but a full on destiny—and you don’t argue destiny. In light of that, FPS’s “Lady” obsession made perfect sense. Perfect ridiculous sense.
“Why you may have a greater purpose yet, even if you don’t remember your dream, you know,” FPS continued. “You might even be the destined lady I’m looking for.”
“Sure, yeah,” Tora scoffed. He could think of a couple reasons why ‘destined lady with a fate for greater things’ was something he was not. “Just don’t fuckin’ die on me tomorrow.”
“Of course, m’lady.”
*
They found Rakak’s place the next afternoon, a long hike from the cave.
Turned out Rakak’s strange den was in the sky. If it wasn’t for a fallen sign that FPS tripped over, they would have missed it. They’d pried the offending plank of wood out of the dirt, righted it and found its simple but absurd message: ’Rakak’s’ and an arrow pointing directly up. They followed its lead and there it was—a giant floating rock in the sky.
Impossible.
Or so it felt, but there it was.
Tora had to force his eyes back to the ground, ignore the adrenaline starting to course through him.
It wasn’t the time to marvel.
What came next was finding a way in. They searched the dense jungle overgrowth in a small radius around where they found the sign. Judging by the fact he even left a
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