Chapter 42 Desperate For Freedom

Eleanora's POV

"Nora," I jumped when I heard the sudden voice and turned my head up to see Vince giving me a concerned look as he sat in front of me and leaned forward to place his hand on my forehead.

"You seem fine. Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Huh? Y-Yeah, it's all fine. Just a bit weird is all," I mumbled out the last bit, looking away from him and to the sleeping cub which had made its way onto my lap now.

"What's weird?"

"The fact that I'm 20 years of age but nothing has changed... The next time I'm woken up from the sword, my answer will be the same- that I've existed for over 400 years but only lived for 19 of them."

"How can you say that to me? I'm your wielder and I don't plan on letting you go back to that sword only to be awoken another hundred years later by someone else and besides... your living now, aren't you?"

"It doesn't count," I mumbled. "It feels like I'm living, I feel like any other normal person."

"Then what's the problem?"