Walking with Caleb feels so nice, so natural, and right. Each moment I spend with him, I'm more convinced that we're mates. But I'm not sure he feels the same way as me.The forest calms me regardless. The trees soak up my anguish. Animals remind me of the life that still blooms around me. The flowers bring color and peace to my mind.“How did you learn to heal people?” I ask him, curious to know everything about him. “I was nearly dead. It must have taken some skill to bring me back. “So, how did you get so good at it? Why aren't I dead right now?”“I learned from my grandmother,” he tells me. “She passed away when I was still in my late teens, but she taught me a lot before then. She taught me the basics and instructed me on how to grow from there. And even when she passed away, I researched the topic even more so.“Being able to heal others is so important. So, since I've been living out here on my own, I've only furthered that study. I have plenty of time to learn about it, a
Leaving Caleb is surprisingly difficult. I spend a couple of days with him, and we start to bond even more than before. It feels like we're meant to be. We get along so well. I found my peace here. It seems crazy that I would leave it or him.As the days go on though, it doesn't seem like he changes his mind at all. It seems like he's still insisting on us not being together. And it's difficult to be around him when he feels that way. It's difficult when I feel like he's my mate but clearly he doesn't agree. I don’t know what I can do or say to make him see the obvious.So, I have to leave. It’s easier to leave than to stay with him here like this. It gives me something to think about, something to do.It gives me something to distract myself from the fact that I can’t stay with my mate. He doesn’t want me to stay with him. I just don’t know why.“I’m going to miss you,” I say, on the morning that I plan to depart.Secretly, I’m still hoping that he’ll ask me to stay with him. He’
When I'm when I come to, I'm covered in blood. My whole body hurts. Every breath is pain. Every movement is agony. And I can barely move at all.They did something right though. Because this time when I resurface from the darkness, the blood on me is my own. I haven't been able to attack or kill anyone else. I'm the only one suffering here. My superhero powers as they'd like to put them, have been disabled, leaving me on the verge of death.But I'm not alone. I look over and realize that I've woken because someone is next to me. Their hands are shaking as they fiddle with the silver lock.“I think this is the key,” she says, as her words blur. “I found it on the ground over here. If it's not, then I'll go to them. I'll find someone who will free you. I’ll make them do it. But I hope this will work.”“Shelby?” I ask. “What are you doing here?”“I was on a run when I heard a strange noise,” she answers. She still can't look me in the eyes though. She is still ashamed over what she
After drinking the whole bottle of the antidote Caleb left out, I walk over to the bed that I first woke up in. I fall into it and I fall into a deep sleep. I can only hope that the antidote will work at this point. There are no guarantees, but I know I’ve done my best and that’s all I can do right now.When I wake, I have an intense fever that leaves me soaked in sweat. My body is weak and shaking. And I'm terrified. I can feel myself dying. But I don't want to die in this agony. And I am in agony. I bury my face into the pillow and scream.Caleb still isn't here. Where did he go? Why isn't he here to help me? Didn't he realize I'd return? He left the antidote out for a reason. So, how could he leave me here by myself?This man is supposed to be my mate. But he runs from me at every chance he gets. Mates aren't supposed to do that.What if I got it all wrong? What if he isn't my mate? Why do I feel this way about him if he isn't my mate? Why does life have to be so strange and unf
Watching Nicole go is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I wanted to ask her to stay. I wanted to beg her to stay. I still wonder if she would have stayed if I asked.But I couldn't do that to her. It would be too dangerous. It would be too selfish. So, I have to let her go.As I walk through the forest, I think of her though. I think of her beautiful smile, her laugh, the secrets she shared with me during our days together.Our days together were some of the best days of my life. It was so peaceful being able to spend time with her in the forest. Going on walks together was much better with her than by myself. And I know she's my mate. I know we are meant to be.In that way, our days together were a certain kind of torture. Because I saw a glimpse of the future we could have. I saw what our life could be like together. And I saw that we might never have that.We might be able to have that though. I'm not sure. It's difficult to know. I want to at least try.That's wh
Killing Ben leaves me drained. He didn't deserve to die. I wish I didn't have to kill him. It's his sister who truly deserves to die. But I don't even want to kill her.Why don't I want to kill her? She killed so many people I loved. I should want to kill her for revenge.But to be honest, I don't want to kill anyone. I hate death. I hate violence. I think that we should all be able to live in peace.Life is so short, so precious, that it shouldn't be stolen. I wish I wasn’t tangled up in all of this. The deaths need to stop. I need to figure this out. And the only way I can do so is by going to her.She might try to kill me. And if she tries to kill me, I'll have to fight back. But I hope it doesn't come to that. I hope I can just convince her to see the truth. I need her to let me go.Fear follows me as I walk through the forest. I'm on guard now, on the lookout for anyone who might be following me. I want to avoid another confrontation if I can. I don't want to have to keep f
I take time to rest up. I eat plenty of food, drink plenty of water, and sleep. I sleep until I can figure out what to do. I guess part of me is still hoping Caleb will come back before I leave.By the next morning though, he's still gone. I search the forest around the cabin, but I don't find any trace of him. He's not coming back. Or at least not anytime soon.That breaks my heart, it really does. All I want to do is be with him, but I don't know if I'll ever see him again. I don't know where he is. I don't know if he ever wants to see me again.But in this uncertainty lies the truth. I have to carve out my own path. I have to chase my own destiny. I can't just wait on Caleb. I have to go after this myself.So, after some thought, I gather some supplies. I fill a backpack with food, things I'll need to heal myself, a couple of canteens, and other things that I could possibly need for this journey. I try to take in my surroundings so I know how to get back if I need to get back.
It’s difficult for me to handle my pride like that. Even though it wasn’t easy to accept that I’m powerful and that I might have a higher calling, I’ve grown used to the idea. I was fully committed to this journey and excited to see what it would bring.Realizing this path was always meant for Shelby is a blow. It’s like watching my adventure slip away from me. And I want to steal it back. Still, I know I should never fight for a title like that. I can’t attack someone who was meant for the sword. Though I’m still angry at Shelby, I just can’t do it.As I accept my fate though, Shelby surprises me by kneeling in front of me.“What’s going on?” I ask, completely baffled.“This sword is yours,” Shelby says. “You deserve it. You’ve earned it.”“What do you mean?” I counter. “You were the one who was able to lift the sword out of the rock, not me. Clearly, the sword belongs to you.”At that though, Shelby disappears. The sword clatters on the stone. I pick it up.“It’s a test,” I