Knights Against the Night Part 29

Beano walked away, his heart breaking and the last of his hope dimming.

He was going to walk out to the wastelands.

He was going to leave.

Mars would be okay. He would be fine. He would be great.

Beano was just holding him back.

They thought they were fine. Fine. Be that way. It wasn't his concern anymore.

It wasn't.

Let the dark win.

He would take them out, as many as he could. He would have to be strong.

He drew his blade, the blade was dark, not a speck of light.

There had been no improvements, not since he arrived.

He had even lost the light he had left once he was dragged out the dark by Mars.

Mars. Mars was getting better.

Mars would be fine.

He stood on the edge, watching the snow come down.

Mars would be fine.

A car wheeled up to him. "You're Beano?" It asked.

Beano glanced down, the car a bright cherry red against the drifts of snow.

"Yes." Beano answered, before glancing back out to the snow.

"Letter for you." He popped up a envelope.

Beano took it in confusion.

Glanced it over.

The car was gone.

Bolt. The kid. The baby bear.

Beano hesitated.

Reading the letter again.

A light flickered down the blade.

Beano frowned. glancing at the blade that had gone dark again.

He was needed?

Why was the kid asking him?

It wouldn't hurt to answer a letter, would it?

And Mars could check it.

Planned in mind, Beano nodded decisively, walking back inside.