Bab 432: Late night robbery

Damon stood atop the rocky outcrop, his silhouette cast in the pale moonlight. The night was silent, except for the distant rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. The mountain loomed above him, its peaks disappearing into the ink-black sky. He leaned against a weathered boulder, his eyes scanning the surroundings, every muscle tense with anticipation. He was alone on this watch, a solitary guardian of their encampment, entrusted with the safety of his companions.

Hours slipped by, each one dragging like lead as the minutes crept forward. Damon's mind began to wander, his thoughts drifting from one memory to the next. He thought of the warmth of those who considered him family in the past life.