Ffion
Leaning over the able, to grab another bread roll from the feats laid out before us, I studied my brother and his newly found mate with interest. I didn’t need to as if they had all accepted the oracles requests. If they hadn't, they wouldn’t be here.
I felt a wave of pity for them. What the oracles had asked of them was nothing short of cruel but then we lived in a cruel, cruel world. one where any form of happiness was ripped form us the moment, we began to feel it. we tried to hold on tight but in the end it was useless. all we could do was enjoy it at the time and try to be happy with the scraps that we were left with. It had always been that way. Ever since I could remember.
And it would probably be that way long after I died.
“And you Amara?” Zane asked from the o
