Why didn't I do something? Evelyn could've died. And it would've been my fault. I sit next to the sky roof, stunned. I occasionaly peer through the sky roof to make sure she's okay. I can't help wincing when I catch a glimpse of her shredded arm. She's finally sleeping.
I slide down the roof and hit the ground running. I have to get home. I have to get some sleep before tomorrow. I race home, not daring to use a star beam to pick me up.
I soon arrive at the small, dark cave I call home. It's located in the literal middle of nowhere. I've decided that nowhere is a very nice place. The cave is surrounded by lakes and trees, and it's much cooler here than at Evelyn's steaming hot place.
My head races. How did Evelyn know how to use the star beam? I couldn't understand what she whisped to get it to catch her. Maybe it was instincts. That's what I'm going with for now. I couldn't help but notice the silhouette figure watching as she lay on the ground. When I looked the next second, it was gone.
I collapse in the cave, resting my head on a pile of leaves. Maybe, just maybe, I can get some sleep before I need to return to my duties. I squeeze my eyes shut, but after 1/2 hour, I realize sleep isn't coming.
I step out of my shelter and run my hands over the crescent shape scar on my cheekbone that Matthias gave to me the day he killed Evelyn's parents. And mine. My hands grow hot as I think about the way he tortured the star to hurt our family's. I punch the cave wall.
My eyes burn, but there are no tears. My hand feels broken and bruised as I wipe it on my thick, brown leather jacket. A beam of light tempts me, but I knock away the thought of letting it fix my hand. I can't risk giving away my location any more than Evelyn just did.
I'm mad at her. I have never, out of 11 years of protecting her from Matthias, been mad at her. She screwed things up for us big time. I stroll down to the lake and sit down, looking at the horizon. Dawn is approaching. I should begin my walk to Evelyn.
