Hode sat by the campfire noodling on his troubadour lute. Playing to no one in particular but trying to fill the void of the night with sounds as if trying to stave off the chaos that was going to happen.
He felt so tired living this long and seeing the cycle remain unbroken as each Desolation was the same. The whispers of the void would start, the arrival of the Heralds to teach men the art of war and conflict to avoid their destruction in the hands of the so-called Voidbringers. The Enders. Disaster averted they would rebuild the ashes of their civilization only to be faced with another Desolation in the future.
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He has long thought on how to break this endless cycle as his stares deeply into the flames. He thought his latest plan, of the whispers to the head of the Orders, to the subtle maneuverings of the Heralds. That was not easy and twice he almost got caught. That would prove unpleasant.
He even managed to get one of them to sacrifice himself again. Talking of duty and honor. Well he always had a knack of finding himself into those situations but the other Heralds he didn't anticipate that everyone would fall into his plan.
They may have been more broken than he thought.
As the embers of another Desolation stir in the empty nights he waits for the wind. The one they call Stormblessed.
He'll need to be careful with this one.
Fanfiction account of a scene from The Way of the Kings of Brandon Sanderson's Book 1 of the Stormlight Archives.
Here Hode waits for Kaladin, one of the protagonists of the series as he wrestles with dark thoughts as he wanders the empty night after realizing a horror in the war he got thrown into.
One of the quiet moments but had a big impact.