Karin
"Vayrie… master…we need to take a break! You're wounded. If we keep going at this pace, you're not going to make it," I pleaded, anger burning in my gaze as I watched her stubbornly remain standing.
The heavy cloak covering her head shielded her face from both the sun and prying eyes, but I already knew what lay beneath it.
The pale, weathered face of a woman whose life force had been forcibly drained from her.
"Karin, I waited too long to find her. I thought I still had time," she sighed, turning to look at me, and once again I was struck by the beauty of her blue eyes.
She was thin now.
Far too thin.
Her body looked starved and exhausted, yet her face remained just as beautiful as I remembered.
"We need to move faster. They might catch up to us if we don't. And I intend to see her before I die, Karin. I must."
"It was a mistake to leave her behind…" she continued, stubbornly walking ahead before stumbling.
I caught her just before she hit the ground.
