|Theodore|
The wind whipped around me, carrying with it the cool, briny scent of the lake below. I stood near the edge of the cliff, my boots precariously close to the drop-off, staring down at the town that spread out beneath me. It was quiet from up here, the bustle of life reduced to nothing but faint, distant echoes. The lake shimmered under the late afternoon sun, its surface disturbed only by the occasional ripple from the breeze.
I clenched my fists, feeling the rough stone beneath my feet, grounding me in the moment. From this height, everything seemed so small, so insignificant—almost like I could reach out and reshape it all if I tried hard enough. But no matter how much power I held over the people down there, I couldn’t control what was happening inside the walls of my own ho
