Nina The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the opening of our tent, gently pulling me out of the soundest sleep I had had in… well, I couldn’t even remember how long it had been. Slowly, I turned to see Enzo still sleeping beside me, peaceful as ever. Memories of our night together came
But I knew we had to help. We couldn’t just leave, not after everything. And I knew that not a single one of us would choose not to stay, at least for a few more days, and lend whatever help we could. I nodded, flashing Kai a smile. “We’ll help. It’s the least we can do.” … As the following da
Nina The portal shimmered and swirled in front of us, waiting for us to enter. We had found our way to a nearby forest clearing, where the veil was thin enough for Luke and I to open the portal. Kai stood beside us, leaning on his walking stick, and cast me a somewhat somber look as I approached.
Then, with a final nod and a resolute set to his jaw, he stepped through the portal, disappearing from sight in a ripple of shimmering energy. … No matter how much we all wanted to rest, the days that followed our return to Mountainview were a whirlwind of activity. With so much to catch up on,
Nina Finally, it was time. After two days of preparations, we went to collect Ronan from his cell. Much to my surprise, he stayed calm, not even needing to be guarded as we made our way out to the truck. After the four of us—myself, Enzo, Ronan, and Luke—climbed into the truck, we pulled out and
Ronan nodded, a flicker of relief passing over his features. “I appreciate you keeping your word.” “We’re the Peacekeepers,” I said, my voice hardening. “We don’t make false promises.” Ronan’s lips quirked upwards into a humorless smile. “Fair enough.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, rock
Nina I sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly tracing the grains in the wood grain with my fingertip as my mind raced. The sun was high in the sky, a warm summer day that should have been spent lounging by the poolside and enjoying ice cream with my friends, if I had only been given the luxury o
Enzo The heavy punching bag sailed through the air like it weighed nothing as I delivered a powerful roundhouse kick, the dull thud of the impact reverberating through my bones. Sweat beaded on my brow, trickling down my temples, but I paid it no mind. The adrenaline coursing through my veins prop