-Cole-
It was morning when I woke up—or at least I assumed it was morning. A single ray of sunlight had managed to pierce through a small hole in the tent, shining directly into my eyes. I blinked open my eyes and glanced around the dimly lit tent. I felt better, stronger, but then I noticed her.
She was leaning over the bed, her arms crossed in front of her with her head resting on them. For a moment, I forgot that we were enemies and only wanted to reach out and touch her. She looked so peaceful and innocent lying there. Had she been here all night? She must have been, and for some reason, I found comfort in that thought.
I realized I was smiling as I watched her, and quickly forced myself to stop. Despite the fact that these pagans hadn’t directly killed my father, they had terrorize
