Novelas y relatos de Whiskey Peak Arc

He was looking at the ground, his small chest heaving. "Aeron, no!" Ariyah cried, dropping Riker and rushing to her son. "I told them to stop," Aeron whispered, his eyes beginning to glow that terrifying violet again. "Mama, they’re loud. Their thoughts are so loud." "We’re leaving. Right now." Ariyah scooped him up, her adrenaline surging. She didn't look at the paralyzed rogues. She ran. She scrambled up the Cleft, her lungs burning as the thin mountain air bit at her throat. She didn't stop until they were out on the "Widow’s Peak," a jagged limestone ledge that overlooked the entire northern realm.

By the time she got to the bar, it was already 11: 30 but she could see a silhouette sitting near the counter and with the way his shoulder was slounched she knew it was him. Walking briskly towards him, Aurora collected the glass of whiskey that was about to make its way to his mouth. “What do you think you are doing?” She half yelled and immediately controlled herself when she noticed a few of the people in the bar had already turned to them. Malcolm smiled when he saw who it was, he was a bit tipsy but he was still in his senses. “Why are you here?” He asked after a while, “I wasn’t expecting you to come here even if you heard I dropped dead”