Chapter 15: The Man who Wasn't HumanWe arose early the following morning. I think it was as a result of Dawson demanding that we arrive back as quickly as possible to find out the overall gist of what had happened. I half-agreed with him, half-didn't. My eyes were dying right now from lack of sleep.
All last night, my mind had mused over thoughts about the future. Now that the Leader of the Divinity Defenders had been captured, would the rebel group disband? Was I no longer a target? What about the war—could it finally be over, after so many centuries of fighting?
I mustn't get too hopeful. Not yet.
Everything was hastily packed up in a few minutes. Dawson excitedly commandeered us into swiftly dressing and brushing our teeth and tossing our stuff into his van.
“People, come on,” he wo
