I could see the silhouette of our village on the horizon. My heart raced as the little huts and the long white beach grew nearer. Slowly, I turned to Karl and put my hand on his shoulder. "We're home." I whispered, a tear silently gliding down my cheek.
Karl looked back at me and smiled sadly, looking at the village, which was getting closer and closer.
"I can't believe I'm really back," Karl replied, his voice filled with awe, "After all this time, all those years of exile, I'm actually, finally back."
"Mother and Henry are going to lose it when they see you," I said, grinning widely.
"I don't even know what I'll say to them," Karl whispered, "Seven years… Everyone probably thinks I'm dead by now…"
"They will know," I assured him, "They will realize that something's not right, that they've been lied to all these years."
"I know," He replied, "We can beat him. You can beat him."