In the Cold of the

Time hated it when perfect days and actions turned into hell. These kinds of turns made him hate Hero’s work. It even made him doubt if their actions even had any real effect in anything at all. It left him feeling like a failure.

Deep inside the Chain’s leader knew it wasn’t like that. It was just bad luck. It was just the fact that they were doing perfect job if the bad guys pulled this kind of ruses against them. And yet, in the condition he was at the moment, he couldn’t see the silver lining for the black cloud around him.

The one eyed male knew he had mild phobia of darkness. It wasn’t a surprise after all he had gone through. Not to mention that those darkness’ he had gone through had always been lighted by a fairy’s glow. Yet, ever since his third quest, he hadn’t had such light for the nights. He didn’t want to admit it but that was one of the reasons he had trouble to sleep at some nights. All he had wanted was a walk in the crisp winter air…

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Whumpuary 2024 story, all prompts used.Very short chapters.