Korvynn dreamt one night, and found himself adrift in the fog of his own eyes. Around him it was grayed white, below him it was a slightly off shade of white, and everything was difficult to see.
"Kovrynn."
His father's voice. He held up a bulky arm to block his eyes as the fog battered his iris, making it difficult to keep them open, like the spray of an ocean wave but constant, "Father?"
"Korvynn." Atticus's voice wailed.
Kovrynn lowered his arm to be met with a figure ahead in the fog. He ran towards it, but it remained forever just out of reach. Across the veil. No matter how far he ran, he would not come upon the silhouette.
"Korvynn." The voice, sourced at the figure beckoned.
Korvynn sighed in frustration, as dampness in his eyes turned to longing tears, "Father! What do you want of me!? Why do you go!?"
A hand on his shoulder behind him. He turned and gasped, the ghostly visage of his father in his dying moments, half his face peeled off, eye bulged from a lack of flesh to cover it, lips pulled back to expose teeth. Dead, and alive, speaking to him as he did when his mouth ran with blood, but clearer from the lack of it, "You come by it honestly..."
What?
The specter turned to ash bit by bit and joins the fog, but the voice echoed in the void.
"The ugliness in you..."
Korvynn awakened in a cold sweat, tears staining his face, in a bed and a house that isn't his. He looked around, panicked, and called out his father's name weakly as he raked six fingers through his hair, "Atticus...?"
The weapon he named for his father remained leaned against the wall, haunting him quietly, ever vigilant to what remained of his life. Possessive, and cleaned of bloodstains yet. It would see more before the story was over. Too much more. He came by it honestly.
