Rebecca's POV
It did not take long for the burden of what I had witnessed to sink in after we left the dark stone shrine. I was the one who saw what I saw.
The rain turned into a chill, silver haze now showed between the trees. Rain continued to drip from the bent branches above, making its constant sound by striking the leaves and stones. It seemed less noisy around here somehow. Or perhaps it was me who was not hearing right.
A slight slip of my feet in the mud puddles as I walked through a path in the hills. It was becoming tougher with every step as our path led us, dodging rugged rocks and old tree roots coming out of the ground.
I just kept walking ahead.
They didn’t ask questions any longer.
The silver bracelet that had slipped on to my wrist seemed unusually heavy. Each time
