Katala
(Katala seventeen years old, Noctis eighteen)
“Can’t we move any faster?” I asked the soldier leading the wagon and the old man only stared at me with tired eyes.
“Lady Katala, you’ve asked the same question every minute for the past hour. There is no way we can reach the City of Leukos any sooner. Why don’t you lay back and sleep for the rest of our journey?” I gave him a tight smile and pushed myself back in my seat, but as an act of revelry I kept myself straight, with my arms crossed while I looked at the Dark Desert. The feel of the cold wind in my face and the heat of the sun made me feel back at home. I’ve missed this place. Back in the Hidden Library we only had a counted amount of hours to walk under the sun before it grew dark and the monks called us back to the
