Derek's POV
It's been two days since we've been traveling on the mountain path heading to Caravelle, and with each hour passing, it was getting difficult for me to continue the journey due to my injury, but thanks to Biggy's endless blabbering about his great adventures and his continuous bickering with Snow, I've been able to hold on a little. Realizing we've been riding for some time, I suggested we rest in the woods for the night, while I tie Snow to a tree nearby, Biggy gathered firewood. I slowly sat down and gazed down at my wrapped abdomen: I need a healer,
“How long till we reach Caravelle?”
“Tomorrow midnight," Biggy said,
I sighed as I rest my head on a tree and watched the night as it continued to drag on slowly, and at every sound of leaves rustling I'd turn around to che
