He followed Seta through the village, passing by familiar and unfamiliar places as they walked. It felt like he was somewhere entirely different, yet still stitched with pieces of the place he once knew.
He had a feeling of déjà vu.
Seta stopped in front of a wooden building—larger than he remembered.
"This is the village head's house," she whispered softly
Damon didn't expect him to be inside. The old man preferred being behind the house, sitting beneath the oak tree, wasting time with a board game and a few other elders.
Sure enough, when Seta knocked, no one answered.
She groaned. "He's at the back again…"
Some things just don't change. Damon took the lead, walking around the house. It didn't take long to spot the wide, familiar shadow of the oak tree.
Beneath it sat five elderly men, hunched around a game board.
Damon approached with unhurried steps. His presence was quiet, but deliberate. Seta caught up just as he reached the group.
