Thursday- Weapon

The note was tucked away in his pocket. He unconsciously placed his hand over the spot where it was hidden and remembered the words of the letter as Valygar rose up over the distant trees. Two guards rode past he and his father, but their shouts and the reply of his father went unheard by Ware. His mind was intent on the extravagant, arching handwriting of the letter. On the words that he knew had been Aaron’s since birth. They echoed in his head like an anthem:

“For now, we will smile in the dark.”

Sometimes our secrets are our weapons.