Archer

That witch damn revelation kept repeating through my skull as we made our way silently back from her rotting den, each lost in reeling chaos of our own thoughts.

"Lucas is not your Father, Keegan is." Her eerie voice rang again.

All firm ground had dropped away suddenly, leaving only uncertain void in its wake. But cold reality soon imposed itself again, demanding decisions from those wandering untethered.

I broke the uneasy silence first, voice raspy but firm. "We must seek proof beyond just the hag's ramblings. No matter their truth, I would see clear confirmation with my own eyes." I turned to Keegan. "If your seed did indeed...