Carry me away
The road below is terrible. Filled with holes I am thrown up and down in the air to every side of the small wooden carriage, like a wooden box on wheels. Steel bars on both sides would normally form small windows if not closed by a sliding wood panel. A narrow opening lets in a bit of fresh air. I groan a bit as the hard wood causes for much discomfort as the carriage keeps moving forward. But my biggest discomfort comes from the inside. Seeing Ari be thrown over the edge by my own stupidity. I brought danger by bringing the soldiers to her, but now I killed her. Unable to even return to the pack, there seems to be nothing left in this world for me. She was my road to any possibility of life. Having nothing left, I hoped for a quick death by the shots of metal, instead they only grazed my
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