The sky was beginning to be shrouded in thin clouds as they left the campsite that almost bore witness to the old conflict. The sea breeze carried salt air inland, disturbing the dense leaves and making the sounds of nature seem to whisper something - a sign that the peace was only temporary.
Sam walked with a limp, but refused help. His eyes were back in focus, though his body had not fully recovered. Layla walked by his side, sometimes holding Sam's arm without saying anything.
"Are you sure you're still strong?" Layla asked in a soft voice, her eyes staring at Sam's pale face.
"I have to be strong," Sam replied firmly, though cold sweat ran down his temples. "There's no other choice."
In the front row, Adora stared into the distance. On the horizon, she could faintly see the coastli
