Literature
There are No Heroes part 14
Across the ocean and continent, many thousands of miles away, Darius walked into the city of San Francisco. As he walked the streets, he thought as to how he was going to get across the ocean, as the fragments had yet to change their direction in the slightest. He walked by a small time burger joint, ignoring the smell of searing meat that tried to gain his attention. As he was walking away, he heard a voice he remembered.
“Darius. What in the blazing hell are you doing HERE!!??” Darius turned and took in the visage of his old friend, the very one who sent him to Darwell.
“Merrick. How do I always run into you’re s
