THE OTHER LAND

NADIE’S P.O.V.

My head tilts slowly at the back of the tree, not so far away from Shier.

If I have an eye, I am probably crying a river right now because I have to give up that fork.

I was desperate earlier when he almost saw my very existence.

At the last moment, I knew I had to give it up.

But I promise myself that I will get it back before I can return to the present.

“Just hang in their little fork!”

I flinch when Shier grabs the little fork and examines it.

The fork is a thing that is made from the future so there is no way that Shier knows this. Even his delicate skin forms a line on his forehead when he saw it.

Then after a moment, Shier looks around. To my anxiousness, I almost fall from the branch where I stand.

I am struggling to maintain my balance so I should not fall.

When Shier didn’t notice anything unusual. He put the disfigured fork into his pocket and return to where Heed is.