Six years had passed. Passed in what regards, you may ask? It’d been six years since I’d seen the one fates had tied me together with. Underidge. I wondered if I’d ever loose that tie, but it didn’t feel like it, not that I knew what that ever felt like, because lets be honest. I’d never felt love in my life, nor had I experienced anything close to being cared for. Who wants to waste time on that?

Feelings never meant much to me. So the bond, I was sure it was still there, I could feel it lingering in the back of my mind most days. But when you’ve gone so long without speaking to another soul, feelings become jumbled and confused. Had it really been so long without speaking to another soul? The last being I remember speaking to had to have been Elohim. Even that was ages ago. What the hell was I still doing with myself here then?

When the flooding hit, I had been sleeping. On the outskirts between Glorall and the Grotto. I had never felt like I had belonged in the first place, not in Glorall. No one to speak to, no one to seek out. So when the rains hit, even though the grotto was flooded too, I was able to climb to higher grounds, finding a spot amongst the rocks that jutted out in all sorts of angles. Finding a nook to press my lithe form into. The seasons had come and gone, but the flooding had stuck around and I don’t know if it will ever go away at this point. Maybe not. Maybe this portion of the land will be doomed to be in water for eternity.

I felt so…old, now. Maybe I’d screwed up somewhere along the lines. I was fourteen. Loveless, Pupless. Pretty much useless right? I laid my head on my paws, the sun had broken through the thick cloud covers, I basked in the little bit of warmth, letting my soul warm up, if that was even possible.