{"id":3245,"date":"2017-06-02T00:00:04","date_gmt":"2017-06-02T04:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3245"},"modified":"2017-06-01T22:24:13","modified_gmt":"2017-06-02T02:24:13","slug":"twelve-03-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3245","title":{"rendered":"Twelve – 03"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Seamus’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, Seamus began to walk. He moved along the length of the walls, walking north toward the collapsed arch that once marked the gateway to the small Midwestern university whose ruins had somehow become home. The tent city that marked the Wild Hunt encampment on the norther edge of the fortifications was relatively quiet. There was only a little movement, a few of the Hunt moving amidst the tents. It was between patrols; all was quiet.<\/p>\n

For now, anyway.<\/em><\/p>\n

His gaze lingered on the Hunt\u2019s camp. In his gut, he knew that they wouldn\u2019t stay forever, they wouldn\u2019t keep protecting this place forever. That wasn\u2019t the way they were made.<\/p>\n

That wasn\u2019t what the Powers intended for them. At the end of the day, it usually didn\u2019t matter what the Hunt wanted. What mattered was what the world needed, what Fate decreed. There were likely some among them that thought that he never should have been released from his duty to them and there had been moments when he himself had begun to wonder if perhaps they were right. He had been apart from the rest of the world for so long, freedom from the Hunt was still surreal.<\/p>\n

A shiver crept down his spine as he recalled Leinth\u2019s soft-spoken words.<\/p>\n

You can still feel them, can\u2019t you?<\/em><\/p>\n

He could and maybe\u2014just maybe\u2014he always would. They were still a part of him whether he liked it or not.<\/p>\n

There were days he wasn\u2019t sure which was the case.<\/p>\n

His steps carried him beyond the encampment, down to the broken asphalt of the roadway, down toward the arch and the roadway beyond. Broken bridges lay to the east and not terribly far to the west he could see the new shoreline of the lake, glittering in the afternoon sun.<\/p>\n

Something was out there. He could see it, could feel it.<\/p>\n

It made is stomach knot, turn sour. His hands curled into fists.<\/p>\n

\u201cGods and monsters,\u201d he breathed, planting his feet and squinting into the sun. \u201cNow what?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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