♦Neruda's POV♦
I got up early, I had a journey to make today, I sat at the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, Cyril was fast asleep on the bed behind me but I couldn't think about that.
He had been strongly against my going to the war front, saying I could only go if he came along.
That wasn't happening…
Even if I had to sneak around to leave which I was technically already doing but that was all semantics.
I didn't like that our last conversation was an argument but there was nothing I could do to fix that, I would just have to come back alive.
My dad had sent countless Magic Mails, I had been avoiding giving my report but there was no way I was telling them that the Imperial had lost her powers, utter chaos would ensue because there was no other way to defeat the Beast.
The Country would be thrown into war.
