¬Rosie It took an excruciating amount of time for Thought to find where my brothers were hiding out.With their main base having been burnt down and destroyed, their technology is limited, which allowed Thought to pinpoint their location in the mortal realm, of all places. I’m not sure what their business is being in the Desire Pack, which is another of the thirteen Packs. They must have other people involved in their movement there, as they found a rather beautiful manor to reside in. Currently we walk toward up, up a very large driveway. Time is back in the immortal realm, far too ill to even move from his bed. So in his place I have Thought, who seems eager to confront my brothers to do whatever it takes to get the antidote for his brother. To think they hated each other only a few weeks ago.Sariah walks beside me, all the colour drained from her face. For her, I hope this goes well. She deserves to have a mate, even if that mate has a death wish from messing with Time. “You s
¬Rosie Knocking on the doorframe, I peer into our room, where Time lays back against the headboard of our bed.The moment we returned, I fed Time the cure, which has thankfully set in, colour slowly returning to his cheeks. I’ve let him rest for awhile, but I’ve been unable to keep myself away, still coming down from the fright of potentially losing my mate. Had our plan with Sariah not have worked, I’m not sure what i would have done. “I’m so happy you’re okay. You have no idea,” I say softly, moving into the room and toward the bed. Time adjusts himself, giving me a weak smile that tugs painfully at my heart. He shouldn’t have had to go through that. “You didn’t have to do that,” he comments, voice hoarse. His golden eyes are still dull, hair mussed and messy. “Hunt down your brother like that.”I tilt my head. Of course I did. “I think more than one person got a happy ending from finding this cure,” I tell him assuredly. Sariah stayed behind with him, which I didn’t question. W
¬Rosie It didn’t take us long to track down Jasper.The day after we spoke to Death, Time discovered from other immortals that Jasper was in his original home in the Devotion Pack. Considering he has been brought back to life, I wouldn’t have thought he would want to go back to his old life. However, Time quickly informed me that he has children, even if they are living their own, separate lives now, and that the Devotion Pack has always been his home. So we are here, standing at the edge of his estate looking in. We have no idea how he is going to react to us. He could be explosively angry, or not be bothered at all. It’s frightening to think about, but I know Time wouldn’t let anything happen to me, if it did get to that. “This is it. He should be here,” Time says slowly, making no move toward the manor. I can’t blame him for being reluctant. It’s not easy to apologise to someone, especially when so much has happened between them. Jasper’s house isn’t exactly decrepit, but it’s
¬Rosie Six Months Later. Resting my hand against the force of the wind, I battle through thick ploughs of snow, a few logs of cut wood tucked under my arms. Time and I have been staying at a cabin of his in a nearby territory for the past few weeks, enjoying a change of environment, even if it means unsavoury weather at the best of times. Right now a blizzard is rolling in, so while Time makes dinner inside, I’ve dashed outside to get enough wood to get us through the night. As the sun sets, I cross what would be our backyard that is buried beneath a thick layer of fluffy white snow, the ice melting into my pants as I struggle back. Even as the wind picks up, I take a moment to admire the sun setting over the tops of the distant mountains, staining the white canvas with hues of tangerine and violet. Moving here was important for us, I believe. We needed time away from people, from the life we were living. Here, we have been able to focus purely on us. Suddenly my leg gives out b
~RosieThe train approaches, the rumble of its engine rattling off my ribs.People stand around me, solemn. No one speaks a word to each other, deep thoughts plaguing their attention. They will be wondering where the train will take them. Like me, they will be daunted by what might come of their fate. This train, run by magic, could take us throughout the immortal lands, releasing us in whatever territory it wishes.I’ve just completed my sentence within Death’s realm. Having led a humble life, I was consequently given a shorter sentence. Now, I’m left to live the rest of my days within the immortal world, after being taken so swiftly from the mortal one.The train glides to a
~RosieI headed the couples advice, and hid.After wandering around for awhile, it appeared to me how small the village is. Each house is locked up, however, lights blazing from inside suggest there are people in there. Looking around, this place isn’t the most hospitable. Run down houses border along each other, slumped fences hardly giving any privacy.My thoughts wander to all the beautiful villages we passed on the way through on the train. Each are all unique and stunning in their own ways, however, none of them compare to where I have ended up.The only way I can describe it to myself, is that it is creepy. Ominous trees surround the village, whatever might be beyond is unknown.&n
~RosieI tried to stay inside. I did.Marie has been kind enough to offer me a job and a cot to sleep in at night. It gets cold here at night, it seems, so I’m grateful for the warm fire. Working in the bakery hasn’t been all that easy either, considering the early mornings and burns I’ve acquired all up my arms. It hasn’t been easy, and I’m starting to get cabin fever.Almost two weeks have passed and I haven’t left the house. Marie has been oddly stern about how the public in this village will not react well to my presence. I’m not sure why she is so scared of their gossip going back to reach Time…I know he is frightening, but I doubt he cares
~RosieA shudder went through me just hearing his name.It seemed like it suddenly made sense that he was appearing. I can taste his magic in the air, feeling his chilling presence around us. All the hunters look mortified at the idea of Time visiting, which I can’t blame them for. Their reactions are making me grateful they are hiding me away. I pray he won’t find me in this small tent like thing.“What’s he doing here?” I question lowly. The two hunters don’t answer me, moving back outside, leaving me sitting on an upturned bucket. Skylar walks in, looking me up and down skeptically. I can see her considering whether to hide me or not.She pulls