SHRANAIA’S POV
I’m at a loss for what to do and how to get out of this situation. I have no idea where the rustling is coming from or how rapidly they move as if they don’t want to be troubled. My breathing is fast, and I can’t help but feel afraid and worried.
“Get out, whoever you are!” I yelled.
“Shranaia.” I turned around again when I heard my name again.
I shouldn’t be terrified of this, and as far as I know, I’m not afraid of death. I took a deep breath, not understanding what rustling I was hearing, and continued walking. I kept going despite the fact that I could still hear the rustle.
“Shranaia!” I turned around as soon as I heard the familiar voice.
“Mommy?” I said it, and then I glanced about for its existence.
My heart leaped with delight, and I assumed Mommy was still a
