p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="493b80924ccefce4a94d2d2a985cc58b"? POV/p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="fd751297fba7a3e728ce22f3ab438104"Another ? POV br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I've been researching in this old library for what seems like hours but has I fact been years. I strain myself for days and nights looking through old books. Who knew his island had so many. No one helps me anymore. My husband and child do sometimes but they just train more in their magic. It's like everyone has given up hope that we will ever get off this island that is very crowded. I wish em style="box-sizing: border-box;"she /emwas with me to help.../p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="3506b4f70375e22bbaccca57448454ba"Another ? POV br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I stand on a cliff facing the sea. I sighed. My wife came and stood by me. Our children came and stood by us too. We stood in silence. There is nothing we can do except sit and wait. There is nothing I can do. I grab my silver cross necklace. I hope em style="box-sizing: border-box;"she /emis still alive.../p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="e9b2d4cdfbd4c2da53491593e63336ff"Another POV br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I train with my son every day. It's the only way I can get the guilt of leaving out of my head. I sighed and stopped training. My son did too. We headed back to the house where we resided along with his father. When we walk through the door he pulls out a strawberry cake as an award for our hard training. I sit down and eat but not with delight. I still think about em style="box-sizing: border-box;"her. /em/p