Sixty Seven

We rode quietly on our horses, each attached to a four-wheeler wagon. Both of us were lost in our own thoughts. We have four days ahead of us, four days of unpredictable fate. I'm going all the way out of this territory (probably) to find some people that taunt me in my dreams, it's a typical delusional step to take I must say. But that's the only thing my head tells me—to find them. We headed towards the sacred house first. I'd like to see my sister first before going further into this ridiculous journey.

At the sacred house, I met them training. The royal living room had been rearranged amusingly and the sight of the two sparring partners caused flusters in my stomach. They are stopped as soon as they noticed I was there. Alistair had a grin on her face and Emiliar, she caressed the cut on her arm painfully.

“ You always end up hurting yourself Emiliar. ” I attacked.

“You shut up! ” She spat, dropped her hurt arm and dragged me in