Running Away From One Thing, and Into Another.

Chapter 24: Finding Rosanda

It is the third morning since we have left the cave of Marzack. It has been about a month since I discovered the plot to have me killed, and five months since I entered into this world. As hard as it is for me to believe, it has been seven months since I ran away from that horrid place that I knew as home. Time passes quickly when instead of watching it pass and keeping careful track one is focusing on staying alive.

However, time has drastically slowed down as Brean complains. He has been complaining all night and all morning about everything that we have come across. Last night, The crickets were “cricketing” too loud. The sky was far too foggy and he couldn't see a thing, yet at three in the morning, the moon light pushed back the fog just enough to light the path. Then Brean complained that it was so bright, it gave him an awful headache. When the sun finally appeared in dazzling light and shooed away the darkness from her presence, I had hope that he would leave his bitterness to melt in the sun's rays, but I was not so fortunate. He then complained how annoying the birds were and how unbearable the light had become

It is now late morning, and he still complains. I guess it is my fault since I'm the one that suggested we travel on without rest, but I fear that Diszran will soon come and kill us both. Doesn't he fear the same thing or is he too busy find faults in other things?

I tuned him out somewhere after dawn after his comment about the leaves being too noisy under our feet. I'm in a foul enough mood as it is, I don't need his help to make it worse.

Besides, I have other things to worry about. Like Dantem. Seeing him last night in my dreams just mess up my head more. It was a bitter reminder of how much I miss him and how much I wish he were here right with me. He was my rock when I needed something to believe in. He was a heck of a friend.

A small smile quirks my lips. We have gotten into so much trouble over the years, but we have gotten out of it. I don't know how, but some how, we just did. Sure, we found ourselves being punished, sometimes harshly, but in the end we were still breathing. I kept him going and he kept me going. We were a team.

We even dared to hope that we would get out alive. If he is dead and if I die soon, at least we can both say we didn't rot on Targon's farm. That is a victory in my head, and I know it would be in his too.

“Are you even listening to me?” Immediately, my mood sours at his voice interrupting my thoughts.

“Nope.” I say, not sparing a glance his way and not breaking stride. Even so, I catch out of the corner of my keen eyes his baffled reaction.

“So have I just be rambling to myself then?” He demands, obviously angered. I guess I would be upset too. However, at the moment, I'm in a bad mood as well.

“Yep.”

“You have to be the most selfish person.” He mutters under his breath. A human could not have heard it, but these past months have taught me just how inhuman I am.

I spin around so I can glare at him. “Excuse me?” I hiss, my blood boiling already.

“You heard me.” He mutters, walking past me.

“In what ways?” I demand, stomping after him. “In ways like actually trying to save your butt and what not?”

He rolls his eyes. “Please. If it was your choice, you wouldn't be here.”

His statement throws me off guard and I am forced to consider it for a moment. What if Massetta gave me free will? What if Azjin was not being threatened? What would I have done if Dizran had just sat down and talked to me and let me hear my options instead of me hearing about this, making split decisions, and have him threaten me? Would I have gone straight to the door and never look back? “Good thing I don't have a choice, right?” I spat angrily, not knowing myself.