The Pack's Rebels
“To keep safe places for those lost. It has always happened that with great age many find the changing world too much to follow, the changing ways overwhelming, and they simply sleep without waking again, statues like stone.”
“Yes,” Thaelen had seen them in the bowels of the castle. “Some desiccate,” he added. “And eventually crumble away.”
“That is so,” she nodded again, and used her index fingers to wipe the tears from beneath her eyes. “I am sorrowful for those that we have lost, but they were lost, truly, so many thousands of years ago. How long have you lived?” She scrutinized him with a frown.
“I am almost a thousand years old,” Thaelen told her. “There are amongst my people those who