It is rare to find anything washed up on the beaches of Kilmannán. But Diarmuid does.

In which Diarmuid and the Mute have made themselves a new home.

In which Diarmuid is unwilling to let his friend face the battle alone.

In which Diarmuid snaps back to reality holding the relic in the middle of the forest.

In which Diarmuid realizes he's more alone than he's ever been.

In which it is Diarmuid who washes up on a beach and a mute solider who finds him.

The Mute knows one thing above all else: he would do anything for Diarmuid. From the second he opened his eyes on the shore of Kilmannán to see a strange young monk, their fates had been inextricably tied together. Originally posted on AO3