THE FATE

CHAPTER 31

Out of everything I have lost throughout the years, my sanity was the least important of these things. Sometimes I have clouded memories, blurred visions. But others I feel every single inch of those memories in my bones. I have been unable to tell reality from my own memories at times, what a beautiful disaster I've become. 

There was always a voice in the back of my mind, telling me to not give in to the anger. Don't give in to the pain, the fire, and the claws. To remember who you are, and that there was still good in me. That I shouldn't give up. The voice was telling me it wasn't too late. That I would still become who I was meant to be. 

So I killed it. 

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I stirred in my bed, pulling the covers over my face to hide from the incoming sunlight. I turned my eyes to see if Tannor was still here, I propped up. To see him, still asleep. He was curled in, facing my bed. He had pulled his pillow out from his pretty head of hair, and was clutching onto it. 

I quietly pulled back the covers to get up to look out the windows. I was curious if there was still movement going since we were not woken up for our patrol, and nor did we wake up for patrol. The windows were foggy, I swiped my hand across the cold glass. 

The camp was busting with life and movement. It appeared there were new tents being built and some newer troopers walking around. There were bigger metal boxes that were laid out and waiting to be opened. I tilted my head slightly, trying to get a good visual of what could be in those boxes. 

I heard Tannor's bed squeak. I quickly turned and saw him sitting on the side of his bed. His elbows buried into his knees while he rubbed his face with his hands. 

"Morning," I spoke out to him while facing the window. 

"We have been asleep for two days," he spoke hoarsely. 

I twisted around and went to sit in front of him on my bed. "That's not possible," I spoke barely above a whisper. 

He leaned and handed me his watch, "it was the 6th when we got here that night, now it's the 9th."

"But no one came for patrol?"

He nodded, "not a soul has stepped through that day since we have," he sighed and went into the bathroom to refresh. 

"What the fuck, well I don't feel rested at all."

"I feel like shit, honestly," he called out from the bathroom.

Which he did look like shit. Like he slept too much. As he is probably use to barely getting any sleep, and now we both slept for two days. 

"We should probably go report for our patrol," I hollered at him while I was getting dressed. My clothes that I wore previously had been picked up off the floor, washed and laid neatly into my locker. I unfolded them and held them out in front of me, the stains that once were on my pants, are now gone. 

My lightsaber. 

I stripped through my locker with a sense of fury, like I had forgotten something important to breathing. Crucial for living. It wasn't here. I pulled out my clutter and looked through every item of clothing. Did I leave it in the woods? I pulled my pack over to me and begin filtering through every single pocket and opening, trying to find that familiar metal hilt of mine. 

"It's over here," Tannor called out from behind me. He walked over to my beside table and pulled the drawer out with one finger, and reached down into the shallow depth. He pulled out my hilt. My lightsaber. My weapon. "You had it tucked into your pants, and I thought it needed safe keeping."