Chapter Seventy-One
Sahara's POV
Three days before the attack
Everyone has been restless from training and preparing. My anxiety grows every minute. I am afraid that we would lose or worse, some of us might even die and I can't handle that thought. Every night, I pray that no one of us will be hurt, but deep down I know, that's impossible. Battle means death and sacrificing and that's what I'm dreading to happen. I don't want any of us to be hurt. If only this didn't happen.
Lucas and I spent every night in each other's arms but when morning came, we were both very busy. He is training the warriors and villagers and I am practicing my skills in archery. But I noticed that every time I told him that, he was not looking very happy about it and I know that he doesn't want me to come with
