Alkara wakes up screaming and flailing for the third day in a row, breathing hard, like she’d just run for miles. Her mind races as she sits on her cot, unsuccessfully trying to calm herself down. She’s exhausted on every level, and she still can’t feel much. She doesn’t even notice the tears that are […]
It’d been a couple of weeks since Uncle Iro left. Sengmar still won’t tell Alkara about what’s been bothering him, no matter how much she prods him. And now the Waste Walkers are on their way to Charlotte’s office for a debrief on an assignment. Her assistant had seemed quite anxious when she’d summoned them.
I am not fine. Everything is awful. Why did I accept this job? Focus! Uh… patterns. Look for patterns! Alkara reminds herself. Her eyes furiously search the second story floor of the abandoned building for anything that might give her a clue. There are no freaking patterns! It doesn’t help that her vision is blurred
Fifteen years later… “It’s no trouble at all Falora, please.” Alkara smiles as she continues to at least try to reassure the aging farming matron. “You heard what Sengmar said, it’s the least we can do. Now please, go inside and get some rest.” Falora gives her a watery smile. “Bless you both. And that