I remember everything now.
Everything.
The farm. Pa and Ma. The sunlight and green fields. Their voices. Sitting round the table in the evenings.
Laughing with Tara. Weeping with Dag. Running wild and free with Hund.
Rowan leaning over me, teeth bared, snarling terrible things.
Whiskey. Ale. Scones with butter and jam. Trees swaying in the wind. Rivers rushing around my knees. Slamming doors and thrown furniture. Cliffs and broken bones. The heat, the cold, the hunger, the pain.
So many days alone. More than I could ever count. Alone in the forest.
I should have stayed alone there.
I will forget this past year. All of it.
And start again.
