Vasilissa's POV
Running...
I've been running for days now. But my feet doesn't ache at all.
I have to try to get past Essex and get to the Gauntlet of Dreams past the Forrest. My relentless feet takes me to the Entrance of the Dark Gauntlet in a few sprints.
I sigh. Looking around at Yorkshire's devastating state. I turned my back and rushed to the Gauntlet.
Harold's POV
"There's no sign of her here, Your Majesty" Felipe announced.
"Keep looking. She couldn't go that much far."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The men bowed their heads and rushed off.
I walked along with them. It's been days and we're nearing the exit of the forrest. We have to find Vasilissa or we're as good as dead men.
I remember her fresh bloodshot eyes.
The way she sprinted out of our grasps.
I dont hate her.
I can't.
I can mumble all I want.
But those eyes. Shining.
I can just reminisce the last time I saw her eyes glitter like the stars.
A/n
So, so sorry for not updating and short chapter. School happend. Yeah.
Umm.. guys if it's okay with you if we set goals?
5 votes and 3 comments about the story. Constructive Criticism is allowed. But please, no vulgar words.
Tired. But shout out to raleigh_hazz
And JadenMartin13
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Stella Cadente
PertualanganIN the land of Kent, The people desperately starves for salvation in the plague running rampant in their sleeves. Until they rest their hopes in the Stella Cadente shooting across the dark sky.
