MABEL'S POV I kept running, legs quaking, as I kept turning back. My legs caught onto a stake. It slashed me. “Argh,” I groaned, secured Kyra safely, stood up, and continued again. Kyra groaned in my embrace, awoken by how fast I have been running and the sound of my ragged breathing. I slowed down, trying to stabilize my pounding heart. I turned, no glowing eyes. It was like they had vanished into thin air, or perhaps they were never there, and it was all in my head.But the growing unease inside me, the way the wind ceased as if something heavy was blocking it. The chill of the night. I could tell I was being watched; it was no illusion, I was being toyed with. “Mama …are we going home?” I heard my daughter's croaked voice, and my chest tightened. I kissed her nervously, “Yes…yes, we are going home,” I answered, still straining my eyes. I was closer to a dense forest than I was closer to the capital now. Ahead were trees, packed together. The sight in the dark was enough to
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