Eladea

Chapter 10

Disclaimer: this chapter has some touchy subjects in it. It's not necessarily viewer discretion, but if you get triggered by dark thoughts and such, I would suggest skipping this chapter.

We are back to Sage's POV btw :)
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We could have died. I mean, there have been many instances where we could have been killed but the fight with the uillger...it put things into perspective. We aren't just a bunch of tourists traveling to different islands to see the sights, we have a mission. A dangerous one at that. We have to find the queen and dethrone the king. How much more dangerous can that be?

But the worst thing about all this is, the boys expect me to lead them to victory. They want me to be the light to guide the way. But how can I be a light when everything's so dark? How can I be a light when no one's ever been a light for me? I'm drowning in darkness. I'm choking on insecurities, loneliness and pain. 

My memories haunt me. My scar is permanently on my face, reminding me of what I have to come home too. My father is always there, looking over me. Daring me to make a mistake or slip up. And what if I do? What if I make the wrong decision and the whole team perishes? The entirety of Eladea? What then?

V could have died. The uillger could have gotten one good blow on his neck, and it would have been over. It could have flung Ren at just the right amount of speed and broke his spine or cracked his skull. It could have out fought Lance and me killed us. And it would have all been my fault.

I'm not cut out for this. I'm going to get them all killed. Or worse, Tempus will get a hold of them, us.

I'm just a ordinary girl trying to go to college to support her little brother. That's all I am. I'm not some great leader. I'm not a hero. I'm not a leader.

I'm just a girl with a hobby. That's all I am. Nobody.

A tear runs down my cheek as I lay "sleeping", back towards the fire. I'm so dam tired. Not only physically tired but I'm so so mentally tired. I'm drained.

I'm too caught up in my thoughts to register anything that's happening around me. I don't hear the night's sounds or the crackling of the fire behind me. I don't see the stars or the darkness around me. I don't feel the fabric under me and onto of me, or the heat radiating onto my back.

At some point a fell asleep. I don't remember when, but next thing I know I'm opening my eyes to a sun peeking over the horizon.

I get up, making sure to keep quiet. The boys were still sleeping in the dull light. My muscles are stiff and I stretch, yawning as I do so.

Without V's help I struggle to get a fire lit but I eventually succeed. I warm up some fish he caught yesterday for breakfast. After I eat it the sun is halfway over the horizon.

I take off my t-shirt, exposing the tank top under it. I do some simple stretches by the campfire, being as quiet as possible. After I shake out my muscles I take off at a jog, planning to go around the small island.

It doesn't take probably 15 minutes to end up back at the camp. It was a hot morning, even if the sun was still rising, so sweat dripped down my face. I walk over to a thick, tall tree, and decide to get an upper arm workout.

Branch after branch I climb. I focus on nothing but the next handhold. The only thing I hear is my breathing and my heart beat. In, out. I climb, higher and higher. I climb until my muscles burn and sweat drenched my entire body.

Finally, I get to the top. I hang off the top branch with only my right arm and leg. My other limbs were dangled loosely over the ground down below. I was at least 5 or 6 stories up from the ground.