The Fools

With the unchanging darkness overhead, I couldn't tell how long I'd been with Riven in this realm, which he claims is one of the ancient lands that made up Astralyth. He says this land, inhabited by humans, is soon to disappear, along with its people. If I fail to accomplish my goal, it will be lost forever; no one will remember the Demonkind or their land.

I don't work for free; I always prefer compensation, however small. But the visions I get whenever I see the affected Demonkind—I can't deny their reality. Those visions are their lives, their fates; all of it rests in my hands.

I want to save the humans, the Demonkind, and their lands, but what can I do against fate?

"Little Miss?" Riven called from the teacup I'd been holding, forgetting it entirely. I sat up as Riven materialized in the simple armchair opposite me. Lost in thought, I just stared at him.

He smiled mischievously. "You must be thinking of a handsome man—oh, that must be me, then."