Marked and forsaken
“No other person is coming. This is not a plea—it is an order.”
Morning breaks, pale light spilling across the .surrounding . The air smells of frost the silence thick with anticipation. As the supply doors creak open, we attack the guard. I grip Nyvrae’s arm, and together with Thyra we surge forward. The door slams behind us, and the world opens wide—freedom, finally, after the confinement of grief and fear.
Our hearts hammer in unison as we break into a run, the wind slicing across our faces. Every step feels like a drumbeat of war. But relief is short-lived. Up ahead, a figure emerges from the tree line. Then another. And another.
Bab Populer