~Xyana~
A few minutes into our journey, my heartbeat was all over the place. I concentrate on breathing deeply. I haven't been to this pack in months. It feels painfully surreal.
The ride is uneventful, the road is smooth and once we pass Gurreo-Valley border, my breath hitches. A few more minutes into the ride, familiarity slowly starts creeping in. I suddenly feel like a ghost, as if the old me died and left this scared shell in her place.
Echoes of memories of Black-haw pack come racing through my mind. It is a place where I used to hang out with my friends and have fun, a place where I pushed through the pain of being an orphan and moving forward in life, one determined step at a time.
Now I'm barely able to make myself move forward. At least I'm certain if I were walking down wi
