Fate and Destiny (The Fated Series, #2)

Chapter 27 - Rohana - Things Are Looking Up

Someone is in some deep shit, and it's not me for once.

I've been sitting on the top of Hollis Mountain for the entirety of the day. My soul is a cold empty thing that has no room for warmth, which is why the winter's mountain peak is of great comfort to me. Though it's a warmer winter than the previous years we've been here. I suppose that me being here so long, I finally absorbed some of its icy hell.

That's not the point though. The point is that I was laying in a foot of snow when I felt that something was off with two of my sisters. I've been waiting for another hour in the snow for someone to tell me that one of them is shit holed, but no one has, so it must not be that bad. Right?

Great. Now my mind is whirling and I have to get up and go check on everyone because I'm an overprotective hag. Typical.

Standing up, I don't bother dusting off the snow before misting into the mess hall. People are scattered amongst the tables, all smiling or laughing in one way or another. I ignore them and head for the meat whose scent has my stomach begging for its taste. It's easy for me to forget to eat, and I don't recall eating more than an apple this morning. Considering that I'm only on two shifts now, I have more free time than I can bear to take. It's exhausting.

I'm not made to be content with staying in my room for hours on end with nothing but my fingers to play with. Tanith has her paints and brushes to busy herself with, I have nothing. Nada. Zilch. I could train, but that requires energy in which I can't spare if I want to be helpful later on. I'd go down to Histra if I weren't nearly sure that I'd find some of the teenagers making their way into someone's bed and then have to put my own evening plans to rest to drag them back up here yet again. The little pains can have their fun for tonight.

After grabbing my food and filling three extra plates, I find a spot furthest from the crowd and silently summon my sisters.

No training. Come eat.

Within seconds Vanya and Mak are stacking their plates. Considering that they're the ones who do most of the hunting, I'm not going to stop them from taking more than their rations. It's first come first serve in this mountain, hence why everyone's here and taking whatever seconds they can sneak.

The sun is finishing its descent, so Kathika, Tsil, and Tanith should be misting in soon. The other three are already eating as they walk over to join me. It always amuses me how my sisters eat like ravenous pigs. They could care less if they spill half their plate on their clothes or if their face is covered in grease or sauce. They're the ones who wash their clothes and bathe themselves, so why should they care what others think?

"I'd complain about not training-" Inna says, swallowing her bite of potatoes. "-if I weren't still harboring the black and blue bruises that you gave me on my ribs."

"You could've very well blocked my fist," I reply, kicking Mak under the table because she kicked me first.

"Hey!" Dee screams when I accidentally kick her leg instead of Mak's.

"You're all children," Nilsa mutters.

"Says the one who argues like a toddler," Vanya retorts.

"I do not! Ro, tell her that I don't argue like a toddler." I give her a suggestive look, still fighting Mak beneath the table. "Okay, now I'm starting to hear it."

"So we're all hundred-year-old toddlers then?" I ask. Mak's foot connects with my shin and I hiss in pain.

"Sounds about right-"

Three dark veils of mist appear around us, ending all games and conversation.

There's that bad feeling again.