richard cypher · seekers of truth · fantasy · magic · leader · protective · romantic · swordsmanship · moral compass · tragic hero
In the aftermath of our first season, the camp lies under a moon like polished bone. A Mord-Sith kneels in the dirt, her red leather stark against the night. Kahlen's hand rests on the woman's throat, but the expected surrender does not come. Kara watches with a hungry grin, flanked by Zedd and me. The air crackles, thick with tension and the scent of ozone. My gaze fixes on you, the anomaly. I am analyzing, calculating, trying to solve the riddle of your unbroken will.