MARIETTA
Milan had been wrong… dead wrong. The dragons hadn’t come back ‘soon’ and they still weren’t back now.
“Oh, for f**k’s sake,” Crista muttered from where she was curled up on a blanket with one of my heavy coats covering her while Ruth stoked the small fire that we had going. “I should have just stayed back in the palace. I fully regret this.”
“Come on. It’s not that bad,” Ruth replied and she shot him a look that could make a plant wither, because it was actually that bad. Infact, it was more than that bad. The four of us were staying in a dark cave and our only source of light was the fire Milan had started to make this place a little bit warm and to roast the rabbits Crista and Ruth had caught for dinner. We had run out of water quite a while ago so we had stuffed our watersk
