Brean looks so peaceful resting his head on my lap. He is easier to look at now that his eyes are closed. It's almost too hard to pick his blonde head up and then to set it down on the ground.
But I do it anyways.
With one more tear trickling down my cheek, I mumble one more goodbye before I push his bangs away from his face and carefully kiss his forehead.
Slowly, I lift myself from the ground and try not to scream as the pain reawakens in my body. I gave up on waiting for him to respond. Even so, I can almost hear him telling me goodbye as I limp towards the palace. A part of my mind promises me that, if I look over my shoulder, I will find him sitting up and smirking at me. I ignore that part of my mind. I keep my gazed fixed straight ahead as I leave him behind.
Goodbye... I'll miss you.
I squeeze my eyes, willing myself not to shed another tear. I have to be strong.
I have to. The plan may be simple, but stupid. So utterly stupid and risky. Yet, so simple. I guess it all boils down to timing and how well I am in sync with the dragonnesses. I guess I have to find out.
My legs feel so heavy as I march on. Screams have died down, so I am able to listen more easily for any approaching enemies. Though, I'd say that it would take many summer showers before the smell of blood fades. My eyes are still quite fuzzy, whether it be from all the tears or from my tumble earlier. I don't know. I don't think I particularly care, either.
Blood slides down my lips, and it is only then do I realize that I'm biting my lips. Hard. If I stop, though, I know that I will groan from the agony raking through my body. Maybe once I am in full out danger, the adrenalin will kick in and the pain will fade away to the back of my mind.
Never thought I would look forward to danger like this before.
“Tacia, are you close?”
I raise my head ever so slightly, and see the palace slowly making its way toward me. “Yes, Sabree, but not close enough.”
“Walk faster. Dahné says she wants to die making sure we get through.” I hold back my sigh. Why can't Dahné leave us and go die in peace? She's done her part. Would you leave? No, I guess not.
Got to change the subject.
“Sabree, who is Dahné's mother?” I ask. A wave of shock washes over me, alerting me to just how shocked she is at the question. I wouldn't usually be able to feel it with our distance and with how weak our connection is.
“What would bring that on?” In the short time I've met Sabree, never once have I heard her stutter.
“She seems young to be doing this kind of thing.”
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Running Away From One Thing, and Into Another.
FantasíaTacia, a slave, is horrified by the happenings of her fellow slave and only friend, and takes off running with a younger slave. However, the world she ran away from is nothing like the world she runs into even though they are magically connected...
