When it comes to someone being stuck in the middle of trouble, it is hard, but what if you understand there is going to be trouble even though you know it? You decide to walk in the middle of danger. This is another type of trouble. Rosa watched the platform in the middle, and somehow, a gripping sensation of regret grabbed her heart, making her breathing go down and heavy. She watched as the sound of the people went dim. It is as if the shadow is back inside her. Sometimes, Rosa missed the shadow, for that darkness was a strange, relaxing sensation in her heart. But it was warning her of the danger ahead. Was this something she acquired from the days in the battle, or was it something else Rosa could not pinpoint? Her mind was playing another scene.
There was Darce’s worrying eyes looking at her in the morning. “Do you have to go alone? Can I not go with you?”