Heading home

ACCALIA'S POV

Don squeezed my hand reassuringly, his gaze filled with unwavering determination. "We can do this, Accalia," he said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his hands. "Together, we can face anything."

With a heavy heart, I nodded in agreement, drawing strength from Don's unwavering faith in our future. As we boarded the bus and took our seats, I cast one last glance back at the village of Arinthia, its familiar streets now fading into the distance.

And as the bus pulled away, carrying us towards an uncertain future, I knew that it was time to go back to my old life.

As the bus journeyed towards the city, the landscape outside morphed from rolling hills to towering skyscrapers, a stark contrast to the quaint charm of Arinthia. With each passing mile, my heart grew heavier, the uncertainty of our future weighing heavily upon me.

But as we finally arrived at our destination and stepped off the bus, a sense of anticipation tingled in the air. For the first time in what fel