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Mister Lemuel, the old man, had lent us some of his many horses. The weakest and the sickest and the children rode on them. Kielle rode on a horse..

I quickly hid their tracks, and stayed just inside the other path. I sat down at the roots of a tree, and slumped forward, and started to contempl..

Later, I was sitting on a small bed, talking with Lark. I was dressed in new clothes, ones that had weird patterns that seemed to blend in with th..

I spent my time talking to the other people of the Rebellion, getting to know their stories. I also trained with them, learned their ways. I never..

Later, I was on Lark's bed, and she was brushing my hair. “Drake is stalking me,” I said in disgust. “What gave you that idea?&r..

A couple weeks later I was in a good sized cave with some of my friends, eating, when Asher burst in the cavern. His eyes sought me out, and he qu..

Darkness. Sometimes pain, but most of the time I couldn't feel anything. I drifted. Sometimes, I would sense myself laying down, sometimes with pe..

About a week and a half later, I was able to walk, a plus in my opinion. There would always be someone from the Rebellion with me, usually Asher o..

I sat on my bed, crying. Tears streamed down my cheeks and soaked into my clothes. Ragged gasps tore inside of me. Over and over I replayed the sc..

Asher agrees that I need time off, so Asher took me and a couple other members of the Rebellion to Lythel. After a time, we arrive outside of a la..