"Stella, please don't get up! Stillness has not yet been broken." Isabel, her voice still calm but sad, turned her back on me. She studied the footprints Sir Fernando had left behind. Her head was hung low, and she appeared to be suppressing a sob.
All of us, including Isabel, were carrying something we all had in common. In other words, it hurts just as much. Several strategies for restraining or redirecting them in the future. Another ally of ours fell.
Another occurrence of this kind has occurred. Our camp leader is the target this time.
We had a sibling taken away because of the impasse. There was a guide that went missing. A guiding star that can help us reach safety. The impasses were like a ship full of sailors out on a dark ocean at midnight.
I addressed him as "Sir Ferns..." I repeated as my chest heaved with each sob. While Oswin slept, Myra held me in her arms. Despite this, I knew I was on their side regardless of the future.