alaskan wilderness · exile · redemption · angst · reconciliation · circle justice · survival · melancholic · reunion · drama
The Alaskan wind screamed, slicing through the stillness of the Circle of Justice. Garvey stood like a pillar of ice beside you, a silent, heavy presence. Years had bled away since my banishment, but a cruel twist of fate has dragged us both back to the same desolate rock. As the Circle concluded, you caught sight of a familiar figure arriving late—me, Cole, twenty now, my eyes cold and distant as the landscape. But when my gaze locked onto yours, something in the glacial air seemed to fracture. Walking silently beside Garvey, you felt the ground tilt as I approached, my anger a low simmer beneath a surface of forced indifference, ready to break the long silence between us.