Caleb
Flashback
"Caleb go ahead... I will meet you at our hiding place...hurry before they catch us and put their swords through our chests."
Fear is a bloodhound. It preys on your weakness and fizzes it until there is nothing but a mere phantom of your former self. As I looked at my uncle bent on one knee with his hands wrapped around a stray arrow through his side, I held an internal debate that veered towards the direction of heeding his advice.
"Boy are you deaf? I did not make a vow to your mother only to break it because of your insolence! Go! Get out of here!"
Against all my better judgement and not to mention my rumbling tummy, I crouched to my uncle's level and began tugging at the arrow on his side.
"And I did not watch my mother combust in flames just to de
