"Where do I go from here...?"
The question that Zayla has been forced to ask herself time and time again.She lost it all, first were her family then her home, and next is her life if she doesn't do what they say, and it's all because of...
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I looked up at the sky, the sun was starting to set; the colors were exactly the same as before if not brighter. Despite the view I could not deny that I was about to collapse if I did not rest soon. Luckily we were passing by my dream stream, and with no hesitation we settle down. After a moment of silence Theia got up and brushed herself off. I was too hungry to even acknowledge her though. I rummaged through our bag to see if there was anything to sooth the rumbling in my stomach; so far I was having no luck.
"If you're looking for something to eat in there, you're going to have to settle for bread and water because that's all we have."
Now I looked up at her with all hope lost of having an actual meal. I signed and continued to search for the bread that was going to save me from starvation.
"Don't worry about it though I can catch some fish from the stream over there." She said.
"You know how to fish?" I said, a bit too surprised. Not much people in Reza knew how to fish, while in Saldom we mainly lived off of the abundant livestock and plants in the area and the streams near Reza didn't have many fish in them so no one really thought it was a useful skill to have.
"Yeah my dad taught me when we still lived in Saldom." she said with a hint of pride in her voice, and then she sauntered off to go catch us some dinner.
Left alone, I began to gather some wood to build a fire. About twenty minutes later, I had our fire at full heat and Theia returned with four medium fish sized in her hands.
They were nowhere near as bountiful as the ones in my dreams, but still looked promising. After beheading and gutting the fish, we spewed them and cooked them up. There was an awkward silence a we roasted our fishes. Theia must have sensed it too because she cleared her throat and said,
"This spot is pretty nice don't you think? I've always loved nature I guess I get it from my dad."
I hated talking about family, it always made me uncomfortable, but there wasn't much to say so I replied," Yeah, it is beautiful."
Then there was the dreadful silence again, I decided that I was my turn to strike up a conversation. By the way I have never been good at this whole small talk thing. I pondered for a moment, then remembered her talking about her dad teaching her how to fish.
"So, what is he like?" I said actually a bit curious now.
"What......who?" Theia said caught off guard.
"You know...your dad." I clarified. I automatically regretted saying anything.
"Oh" she paused for a split second then continued,
