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

Something saved, is something earned. ✾I don’t know how long we were staring at one another.                Suzanne looked different. To me, she was still Suzanne, but here beyond the walls, she was Annie. Her ash grey hair that used to be tied into her signature two knotted rings with ribbons entwined in them was now falling freely on her back. Her cheeks that used to be full and pudgy were now hollow and sticking out. I don’t know how long she was here but it certainly did something to her.                Annie was very different from Suzanne.

People are all the same, all they care about is their own.✾                Making sure that all of our things were back in the rucksack, we said our goodbyes. Annie was wishing us luck, and I wished her well. Reminding her that one of these days, she should tell the family of what really happened, of what she did. She can’t always live in guilt. Things happened, and it did had it’s dire consequences. What we do after is entirely up to us, I just hope Annie doesn’t lose the faith to be honest. Whatever happens, I hope the family forgives her, and I hope that after this, nothing as tragic as this would happen again.

Show is not substance.✾                            My eyes open and I see a brown ceiling with chipped paint.                I try to stand up but find myself groaning instead from pain. Everything feels heavy, an invisible force tying me down to the bed I was currently lying on. It wasn’t even a soft bed. I try to sp

Someone's lack of empathy is what allows people to have less of what they deserve.✾                We were able to reach the next village in a matter of hours. It was probably close to night time already and yet unlike the Torrids and the Savanna, there were still some light source beyond the makeshift fences and gates. And yes, unlike the rest of the places we’ve been through, this place is surrounded a wall and a few royal guards. The walls aren’t that secure, that I was sure. The wall, if you could call it that, was just some rusting metal fences and old metal salvage that was positioned to block outsiders, and to hide whatever it was inside.