I didn't know how long I kept laying on the ground. However when I returned to my senses I found Aroon gazing at me in a sad look.
His eyes told me he was relating to my feelings, yet there was something else. Something like anger, and I didn't know if that was for or against me.
"We need to leave," he stretched his big hands to me, "I can't maintain my physical power for so long. Plus it's near dawn, and they will hit this place by then."
I didn't feel my tears soaking all my clothes until I learned to stand up. I wiped my tears while asking, "where are we going to hide?"
It wasn't a question that I wanted to hear his answer about. "All the routes to the kingdom must be watched right now," I said what I thought any enemy of mine would do.
Yet I couldn't get myself to see my father as such an enemy. He hated me, but how could he possibly think of killing me?
