Set Off

[Fallon’s POV]

The next morning, I stare toward Fulgor Island, taking in the ominous atmosphere that surrounds it. After weeks of preparation, it was finally time to attack and end this war once and for all.

From the energy that filled the area around me, I knew that my shipmates were feeling the same sense of dread and anticipation that I was, but they were doing a better job of hiding it compared to me.

If I said that I wasn’t afraid, I would be lying. Of course I was afraid, but it wasn’t for myself. I was worried for all those I had come to consider friends and those that were family. There was no promise that all of them would come out of this alive, and that realization alone left me petrified.

Squeezing the banister in front of me, I tried to keep my fear from showing, but when Fineon’s hand reaches out and covers mine, I know I’m doing a terrible job.

"Don’t worry," he murmurs, giving my hand a squeeze. "We’ve planned and prepared perfectly. We’re going in fully ready."

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