I know it's not much, but here's a super short prologue for Promises to Keep, the sequel to Chemical Imbalance. This should be shorter than the first story, but will also be posted at the same time as a sister story, Recycled Heretics, which I'm co-writing with lilfoxkit. We have a lot of plans for this universe, and many sequels we want to write, so keep your eyes open for those. Aside from that, please enjoy, tell me what you think, and get ready for what should be a great adventure.
I'm exhausted. At this point, that's one of the only things I can think. I can't quite focus on the chair beneath me or the hard surface I'm leaning on.
Rho quickly reminds me of the stat of my armor: damaged with burn marks and scratches, as well as smudged with dirt and mud. There's probably some blood, too, though I can't remember if it's fresh, or if it's even mine.
Rho quietly whispers that most of it is 'hers'.
All together, this probably isn't the best I've looked. I heave a sigh that morphs into a yawn as a figure sits in the chair across from me. His brow is furrowed, eyebrows knit close together, and he takes a moment to clear his throat before speaking.
"What happened?"
I give a short, quiet laugh as I stretch a few sore spots out of my neck. "Do you want the long version or the short one?"
"I want the one that answers my question." I feel like there might be some amusement in that voice, though I can't be sure. It could be smugness. He certainly has reason to feel that way.
I nod for a moment, buying time as I try to sort through exactly what happened in the past few months. "Well, the short version is that we found Grif's sister."
"And the long version?"
"She wasn't the only thing we found."