Desilva's feet pounded against the grassy ground, her vision blurred from the tears falling from her eyes.
'It was them, Silva who killed your father,' the words repeated themselves in her head, words of truth that she refused to believe as she ran deeper into the camp, her hideaway tent coming into view.
'THEY ROBBED ME OF MY HUSBAND AND YOU OF YOUR FATHER! AND YET YO TRY TO DEFEND THEM?!' the words her mother had yelled at her refused to leave her head, especially the hate each of the elders showed in their eyes.
