I really hate running now that cars are so common and comfy. There's no need to do this when you can transport yourself in a comfortable machine that has music and heat for freezing nights like this.
Still, I follow my brother for what seems like hours and hours and hours, stopping more than once to catch my breath.
“Your endurance sucks, Agatha," he complains the third time I stop, arms crossed.
“I know. I didn't think it was necessary to get it back when I'll be mortal in no time.”
“Sure, good idea. It's not like you were going to complicate everything right before the sacrifice and have to run across the continent right?”
“Continent? Shït! Where the fück are we going? Im tired!”
“Scotland. Relax, we're close," he says and looks around, taking a sharp intake of breath, "There's a w
