Zadok stared at the vulnerable picture of his late father. Everything feels lost in a place that reality can't be found.
The darkness that engulfs the whole place makes him wanna tear the picture apart with his bear hands without him being noticed.
He can't wait for Zyla to wake up and accompany him down to the sea shore again. But that's until tomorrow night because they will be the light of the day outside the forest by now.
He wipes the sweat on his forehead off his head and absentmindedly placed his hand on his father's picture. He looks down casted and like he cannot live anymore.
But he has to keep going. For his mother, for his promise, for his people...
And for Zyla.
These are main reasons why he hasn't given up yet. And he will never give up.
"He looks drenched, huh?"
That voice. No one will tell the Prince who she is before he knows the rascal.
"How did you get into the Castle?"
"I'm a witch. You should know me by now"
"I swore to never. And I will never"
