Day 3288: "No!" I exclaimed, my voice rising with stubborn defiance as I crossed my arms and turned my back on her. "I am not going anywhere!" The words spilled out with the ferocity of a brewing storm, fueled by a whirlwind of emotions.
Fear. Anger. Hatred.
"But, Rhys, every sorcerer and witch must go through this," Meridia attempted to reason, but I was unwilling to hear her out.
Just yesterday, I celebrated my birthday with Slyvia, and now, these people are asking me to leave her for five long years. Why should I? I didn't want to. Even being apart from Slyvia for a few hours left me breathless. How could they expect me to endure five years away from her?
