Once I broke into the grassfields, it dawned on me how far I had actually managed to run in the time that Anastasia had been gone. I had no way of tracking where I had gone, but one thing that I knew, was that I was very far from home. How else would I have managed to reach the outskirts of the town?
My lungs had once again reached a state in which they were burning, my legs had become so numb that the only thing carrying me forward, was the momentum that I had already allowed to build up. I felt like I was going to die. I didn't know how else to explain everything that I was feeling at the moment, but I knew that this feeling wasn't a pleasant one. It was something that I wouldn't even wish on my worst enemy.
There had been nothing that had given me reason to believe that there was som