CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FOUR

Myra's Pov

I creaked in and out of sleep, as the carriage continued its path down a winding stretch of road as malleable as a snake's back. But Father had let me close my eyes and rest only because he thought I needed the energy for the activities our destination would bring. And I was grateful; not caring about saving energy, but just about finally getting a chance to forget my memories, without inflicting mental self harm.

I needed it as an escape, yet it only still led me to a trap. And a trap of even more fatigue; as I woke up now and groaned, actually intending to stretch. Father stayed motionless as I turned to him, and I could see his eyes fixed and straight ahead in thought; but I could also sense, in distracting himself.

I turned away and slowly to the sky, and now I noticed the sun had moved eastward, signaling late afternoon. I ran my hands through my hair, wondering how long we had been on the road? As the view up ahead was just more sandy road and trees lining on each s