Wanderer Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The refined shape and the weird red cloak draping, its body screamed only one creature; the Wanderer. I continue forward, not hesitating to reach out. “Hello, Wanderer. What’s happening?” I asked, wanting a reply to all of this but the wanderer kept shut, its face completely covered by its hood. But as it rose its head, the red moonlight showed its features. My face. My eyes stared back at me with nothing but emptiness. I staggered back. My face—expressionless, hollow—stared at me from beneath the Wanderer’s hood.

“You’re a ghost. And on top of that, I don’t even know who you really are or where you came from.” He pushed off the tree and took a step closer, his eyes steady on hers. “I’m a wanderer,” he said softly. “Or a traveler, if that sounds better to you. And as for where I come from…” He paused, looked up at the sky through the trees, like the answer might be written there. “…I don’t know,” he said finally, eyes returning to her. “I’ve been moving for so long, I think I forgot.”