Thirty - Carine

Where are you, Vanadine? Carine wondered miserably as she stared out of the single window her prison cell had.

She had been studying the landscape outside for days now, wondering where Vanadine was. The citadel she was in looked to have been built in some kind of crater. Whether this was due to an asteroid strike or some other cause, Carine did not know. As she stared blankly at the land outside, rolling, verdant hills caught her eye in the distance, a vast plain stretching from the crater to the trees that grew at the base of the hills. Something huge hinted at the presence of mountains in the farthest distance, grey outlines of a slightly darker colour. A herd of some kind of animal crossed the plain, grazing lazily as they migrated and Carine envied their freedom as she sat there, thoughts grinding through her mind like gears grinding in a gearbox.

He’s left me and he’s not coming back. One side of her said, depression and misery raking fingers of ache over her insides.

Don’t be ri