President Fatah Saves the Escape

Trigger

I’d taken to camping with the men, even watching the skulking Verdantians on the other side of the border. One of the latest rifles in hand, some binoculars and a can of pringles.

And I’d done so all against the wishes of Luciano and Matthias who’d heard about it from Luciano the moment I abruptly decided to stay in the rough with the men instead of flying back to the capitol.

I’d let myself go. And it felt good. I gave no explanation to Luciano for my unwarranted skills in fighting because I didn’t care to and he could go on without knowing. For much of the time I’d been at the border I’d looked upon everyone with many feelings.

Guilt, pride, joy, it was so much at once and I truly didn’t know how I felt at all. A reoccurring thought as I fought many of the strongarm men in spars and challenges was ‘What would I do if these men realize just like me that nothing really mattered. Least of all Schelar?’

The answers I provided to the question sent chills down my spine. The Verdantians wo