Chapter 142: When the Dream is Over

It felt like years since I'd seen the face of that place. I hadn't realized when, despite all the complicated feeling I had yet to unravel, that place had begun to look like home. As pleasing as that warm feeling was, I pinched myself so as not to forget, so as not to get used to such a life. But I had already forgotten most of what I used to be.

Valhalla stood right before our eyes, as peaceful as always. The same scent of wet Earth, the distant voice of the waterfall and the wind sweeping through the forest all around our hidden haven. The crooked path as clear as ever, seemed so welcoming. It had been a while since I'd walked on it.

And the first thing that came to view was the mound on which Prophet lay sleeping all alone. My eyes always went to him before anything else, even though he was no longer under that stone. I knew in my heart that Prophet had already moved on. Yet, there she stood, as always, keeping him company.

The door to the church was wide open, meaning morning had