Josiah P.O.V
My mother once gave me some advice when I was younger. ‘Josiah, whenever you feel lost, trust the higher powers. They know your heart and soul’, she had told me. I never truly followed the higher powers, finding them to be useless when they took my parents away from me. Despite this, being at the lowest I possibly could’ve been, I found myself calling upon the higher powers for a miracle.
My prayer to the higher power was silent. I knew that if I spoke the words out loud, my emotions would get the better of me and I would start crying. I refused to allow this to be the time I cried; my pride wouldn’t allow it to happen. My attention on the glass pile was switched towards the lone window in the room.
The sound of the royal caravan was faint from inside the attic. I picked m
