The Lone Wanderer Novels & Stories

Somehow, in their eyes, I had become the problem. We weren't the same kind of people. I apologized to Wyatt for wrecking his birthday and told him plainly I wouldn't regret walking away. My application for overseas study had already been approved. In a month, I would leave Riverton for a program in Amerinth. For the next few days, Bernard didn't contact me, but Vera did. She kept sending me intimate photos of the two of them. I neither responded nor blocked her. I wanted to see how long their little fling could last.

The healer entered a chamber that was cloaked in shadow, mist curling at the edges like restless serpents. A single flame burned between them on the low stone table, its light flickering across the jagged scars of the Assassin Leader. Across from him sat Kaelthorn, Lord of the Wanderers, his massive frame hunched, his beast-like eyes glowing faintly red in the gloom. Silence reigned for a long moment, a silence thick enough to strangle.

- ISOBEL- I'm locked up in a room. There is no one and nothing for me to converse with for I do not know where my phone is. I also don't know if it's right to wander around someone else's house without his consent. I sigh, pacing around this room. This is so frustrating and unfair. It's certainly not how I pictured being in his house would be like. I fall in the bed, assuming a sitting position. He's not even here. That asshole left me alone unbothered in his home. I could be a thief!

Answering each other. The figure's shoulders trembled slightly. As though they had been carrying loneliness for far too long. Then, across the distance, a voice reached us. Old. Warm. Disbelieving. "Well." The figure laughed softly. A laugh full of wonder. "I was beginning to think I was the last one." The broken road shimmered beneath the Wayfinder. The stars brightened overhead. And somewhere beyond the ruins, hidden deeper in the darkness, something vast waited. Something connected to Lumora.

" I finally found the confidence to ask him. I really wanted to know who this creature was. He was able to easily unravel the mysteries that surrounded me. He hesitated and at that moment, something flickered from his eyes. “I am a wanderer. I have not been able to find what I've been searching for. However, I think there's something about you that connects your soul to mine." “Wanderer?” I asked. “What are you up to?” Without saying anything else, he let out a mischievous smile. "Maybe, both!" He laughed. Soon, the temperature and tension of the forest shifted. It was like a creature was around us. The bond we shared together seemed too heavy and tight.

None could explain how life had grown from stone, but for some reason, they smiled. --- The Wanderer’s Path Liora journeyed north after that, through mountains and forests untouched by memory. Sometimes she slept beneath the stars, sometimes beneath roofs offered by kind strangers. In every place she went, something changed. A quarrel between lovers ended in forgiveness. An abandoned chapel filled with song again. A river long poisoned began to run clear. She never announced herself as anything special. When people asked who she was, she only said, “Someone who listens.”

Brock declared proudly. "You know it?" she asked. "I do." His gaze turned distant as he began to recite from memory. Aloft, the ash and warrior oak, Cast anchor in the rifted rock; And, higher yet, the pine tree hung His shattered trunk, and frequent flung, Where seem'd the cliffs to meet on high, His boughs athwart the narrowed sky. Highest of all, where white peaks glanced, Where glistening streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view

With virtually no friends in the strange Land, it will be impossible to fulfil my dreams of passing a night in along the way. Since I had no one to let me stay in his or her home, I bothered not to search for any human settlement rather, I kept moving along the lonely path. It was lonely that for long hours I have been moving, there was never a single human house or any sign of human villages. It was a lonely path all through. It was almost dusk and my hope of finding any human settlement had been dashed completely. I was now on my own and alone in the lonely land. Despite my frustrations still, I kept moving. My motto had suddenly become; 'No Relenting!'