THORNE POINT OF VIEW

The hardest battles are not fought with blades.

They are fought in silence where you are forced to live with the consequences of your own choices.

I lay on the narrow bed, staring at the wooden beams above me, watching the slow dance of firelight across their surface. My body ached in places I could not even name anymore. Every breath pulled tight against bandages and every shift of muscle reminded me how close I had come to dying in that forest.

But none of that ...