Chapter Eighteen

Elena and Wazir paved their way through the forest. The evening had come, as the sun had come down from the sky. Elena surmised that the sky would become darker in a few hours, and the stars would appear.

"How long would this training last?" She asked, pushing away a branch from her path.

"It depends on how fast you learn," Wazir answered, walking in front of her.

They walked for a while, silence enveloping them. The crunching noise caused by their footsteps in contact with dry grass and leaves was the only sound that could be heard in the forest. Being in the forest reminded her of her first time in the kingdom of Neba.

"Where are we going to?" She asked.

"It's kind of my haven," Wazir replied after a while.

"I come here whenever I want to clear my head, or get away from, you know.... everything." They both kept quiet, each to their thoughts as they continued down the path Wazir was going to.

"Finally, here we are," Wazir called out and paused his wa