Zerraspace

Desolation, that was all I could think of looking into those lightless eyes. “Oh, Pekktal, good lord of high heaven, the first and most marvelous of skies, hear our prayer!” I had but gone to the market, to fetch those rare meats though the inn’s-men had fed us well, those to give him the strength he was increasingly lacking. It’s not as if I had denied the inevitable – surely Master’s rests had grown more weary, and the unknowing pallor of sleep had taken more and more from his waking hours – but I had thought that somehow, when glorious Pekktal would deliver him his final epiphany, that I would be