'What is life really?' Safiya thought to herself as she rode her horse alongside Malik, heading towards the route leading to Dakar.
The pine forest with varieties of fruits like cocoa, banana, and cucumber wafted through the air, igniting her taste buds and bringing forth a sense of home. The smell of the village, the scent of her hut, the feel of her people, her family - all of it washed over her.
It was incredible to Safiya that just months ago, before meeting Malik and some amazing individuals along the way, all she had ever contemplated was revenge.
Her swords thirsted for the blood of the one who had killed her father, shattering her home by taking away the most important person in her life.
Months ago, she could never have imagined losing so much interest in her quest for revenge or considering Amara's feelings if it meant killing the king - whether he had a hand in her father's death or not, for he was part of her trauma.
