Chapter 48: The Sunrise Battle

Azrel

They traveled without stopping. Anaya had become mostly silent after seeing her mother again. “You know I never put it together, but I look nothing like my mother.” Anaya sighed, “or my sister for that matter.”

“You've always been the feather of Straff,” Azrel said, guiding them higher so they could clear a group of trees.

“What if the war had never come?” Anaya asked, “I barely knew anything about Dermnith before I was taken.”

“I would have found you,” Azrel said, and he knew it was true. “There was always something empty inside me until I met you.”

She snuggled closer in his arms, her breath warming his chest. The night went on and Anaya dropped in and out of fitful sleep. She held so much of the world on her and her dreams represented that. He had the same ones at night. Sleep was less like resting and more like living another life.

She would wake up now and then and kiss his ears to bring the heat back into them.