Chapitre 82: Homeland

Leila sat on her seat, while looking outside the widow. From inside the plane, she could see the land below lit up by lights of different colours and it actually formed into a design. The buildings and structures were built strategically, it actually formed a pattern when one saw it from up high. It looked exceptionally beautiful, especially at night, when the sky was dark, and the light was on. 

As the plane descended from the sky, Leila felt the rhythm of her heartbeats increase, and her palms sweated. Not only was she not used to flying, but what added to her nervousness was the destination. 

Cratia was her homeland. The place where she grew up. It was a country that was dear to her. However, as much as she loved the country, it also served as her prison that suffocated her.