My eyes have not dried yet. I cry day and night. I cry for the loss of my best friend, I cry for Roland who lost his other half, I cry for Adrian who lost his best friend and his sister. My heart is burning and I do not know how to cool it down. I go to her room every day, hoping that I can find her, but she is not there. Olivia is no longer here. I still remember the look in her eyes when Eleanor ripped her heart out. I remember how she defended me till her last breath and for that, I really hate myself. Had it not been for me, she would have been alive.
AdrianWhen I look at the soldiers around me, I fail to find any ounce of fear. Men and women look bold and dauntless; they’re ready to tear apart any creature who may represent an obstacle in front of the safety of their loved ones. In their hearts, there may be traces of fear, but when my eyes fall on them, I only see a kind of bravery that is quite unprecedented to me. They know that by coming here, there’s a huge chance that they may not go back home.