There is a thing in life that is somewhat like water. We drown in it, fall in it, and can't live without it. That little thing we call love.
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A week has passed and the only thing I made that was remarkable was finding a source of water for the town. Kofi was helping me teach the others on how to do it. Still though, even with the knowledge of finding water from mud, the well will still dry out. Especially now when it seems like it rarely rains. That’s why my mission for today is to find a place where we can get water.
I’m pretty sure where the water is, the plants and animals are too.
Sleep is the poor man's dinner.✾ Yohan and I decided to go back tomorrow to investigate. It was turning dark and cold real fast. Once we reached the village, Yohan left us by the hut and he went back towards the caves and woods. Probably for the fire. Kofi was shaking once we reach the hut. I immediately light a fire and grab some of the extra clothes I had. I wrap them around him and make sure he was warm. He stops shaking almost instantly and releases a sigh. He was probably really tired, he fell asleep almost instantly.
If you want to walk fast, walk alone. If you want to walk far, walk together.✾ “No!” Kofi clings on one of my legs and shakes his head again. Sighing, I try to pull him off but to no avail, he still clings onto me. Judith looks at the both of us, rather conflicted if she should just pull him off or wait until he stops his tantrum. Yohan was still inside the hut, looking for some things we might need for our expedition today. We don’t really know how long we will take, and it’s going to be a waste of time if we keep coming back here every time it gets dark. 
To run is to be free.✾ Yohan and I reach the dried up lake in a few hours, with the sun high up, it was a miracle I even had the energy to stand. My clothes felt sticky, and I had a ring of sweat forming on my back. Yohan didn’t look any better. He looked tired, but of course, as the world is unfair, instead of looking like a cat thrown into water, he looked like a model ready for a photoshoot. And that’s even with sweat glistening on his forehead and arms. Sometimes, I really hate men. Especially werewolf men.
Action speaks, when words cannot.✾ We reach the vicinity of the town just as the sky turns dark. It would probably take us just a few more hours before we reach the area. Yohan had shifted back into his human form, with me turning my back to respect his privacy, and told me that it would be wiser to make our presence known in the morning. “Not a lot of wolves are welcoming of fresh meat during the night,” He says, while arranging the rocks and wood so that we could start a fire. “You’re lucky you ended up at the Torrids, people there are way too tired to be angry.”
Happiness is not to be expected; be delighted when it does.✾When morning came, so did our arrival to the broken down village.“I didn’t notice before,” Yohan says, his sight locked on one of the houses near the trees. “This area’s called the Savanna. I didn’t know this was close to the Torrids.”I did. I just didn’t know this was the Savanna. In my books back at the palace, the pictures had images of wide open areas of grass, where animals can graze. There were trees that served shade for townsfolk, bearing a wide variety of fruits.The place I’m currently at is nothing like that.
Salt sometimes look like sugar. Be wary who you trust.✾ I see the trail of blood before I notice the smell. Yohan tried to stop me from going further, but I ignore him. Strength was never my greatest forte but right now, I was the one pulling him. The smile I had a while ago was long gone. The happiness I felt for helping someone and looking forward to helping someone was change by a heavy feeling inside my heart. Every step I take was heavier than the first. I didn’t know what I was expecting and I hate whatever it was my mind was conjuring.
Life is made by the death of others.✾ We found it wrong to just bury the body without letting his family know about what happened to him first. And so we tried our best to find the place where his family resided. It wasn’t that hard. His house was just a few steps away from where he was murdered. When I found that out, it made my anger come back tenfold. He could have survived if only I gave him the bread faster. If only I didn’t waste time, thinking if I should give it to him or not. His house was small, not much bigger than the hut back home at the Torrids. Once we reached the house, w
First, say to yourself what you would be. Then be it.✾ The moment Yohan returns to check up on me, I assume he’d ask why my eyes were bloodshot and there were traces of tears on my cheeks. He doesn’t. Instead, he thanks me for cleaning the rabbit and takes the pelt. The deer he just took down awhile ago didn’t look as if it was just mangled by him. It was, Yohan just has a talent on cleaning his kills. I don’t know what to do with that information, but so far, it has helped us. I don’t think I should question something that obviously works.&nbs