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Ch. 12 - Decision: Part Three
Sarah was waiting inside one of the tents, which had been set up for the injured and resting creatures. She was currently inside Wamma's tent despite the fact that he was out in battle now.
Even though Sarah knew the Danian was an experienced warrior she couldn't help but worry for his safety. Haley wasn't the only friend she had lost to Grimm; many of her younger friends were either victims of a Grimm attack or was traumatized like her.
But even with the bloody turmoil going on around her, Sarah was numb to the despair; for years now, she had created a wall around her heart to protect herself from the pain she knew would come. And even now it stood strong . . . Or at least it used to.
When Sarah first came to Perim, she honestly believed she could finally let her heart roam free. To bond with the creatures here without any regrets, blissfully thinking they would be safe from the tragedy from her world.
Perim was the one place she could put down her guard and forget what lay in her future, for it was a haven not only for her but many others that come here. Young or old, big or small, they all came here to get away from the darkness, the fear, the Grimm. She could finally let herself have friends here, even humans despite her resistance at first.
Never had she wished so badly, that this was all a dream . . . a horrid disgusting dream.
Sarah stared at her scanner. Unlike the others, she was still unsure about her decision. To stay or to go, which was the right choice. Even though she had made a decision yesterday night, she began to doubt herself again.
She may seem confident, and hot-tempered and well she is but she was only human. She had her worried, her fears, her hopes, and dreams.
"Sarah?"
Sarah startled out of her stupor at the sound of Kyle. Her friend stood there at the entrance of the tent with a look. The same look he always gave her when she's been brooding for too long. Sarah sighed as Kyle walked in and sat at the edge of the cot she sat in.
"You know waiting here isn't going to help you," said Kyle, looking at the empty cots in the tent. Wamma was not the only one who used the tent, other Danians slept and recuperate here.
"I know," said Sarah, looking at her scanner. "I thought after coming to a decision yesterday, this would be easier but . . ." Sarah trailed off, not knowing how to explain to her friend what she felt inside.
"Nothing could ever make this easy Sarah," said Kyle softly. "This choice will either leave us with no regrets or regret it for the rest of our lives. This choice is what will determine our future."
Kyle fell silent, the look on his face showed he was remembering.
Remembering their town, their friends, their home.
Sarah closed her eyes. In her own mind, she could see it. The wide meadow of wildflowers, the big oak tree they used as a home base when they were sad.
She remembers her last visit to her oldest friend.
Flashback . . .
Sarah felt as if the very earth was trying to weigh her down. Heavy. She felt so heavy as she walks passed every corner, building, and the tree of her home.
She knew what the right thing to do was. She knew it with all her heart. Her very soul screamed at her that this was right . . .
That didn't make this any less painful, though.
Sarah cleared her mind as she took a deep breath and inhaled the scents around her; the bakery down the street, the flowers she had just passed by, the wind that smelled faintly like mint. Sarah felt separate from herself.
To see without the hurt of the past. Without memories, or emotions that tied her here this town was just buildings and trees. It wasn't the place she was going to miss.
It was the people.
Could she live with herself saying goodbye forever, knowing exactly how much it hurt? She could hardly explain where she would be going. And if she went through with this, she could never come back. To stay or to go? Sarah didn't want Perim to turn into a place like this. A world ruled by hatred and fear, a world so scared of its own shadow, a world so engulfed in darkness it was hard to see the light in all this.
Perim was a safe haven. It was a place for them to forget the rest of Remnant and be free of the heavyweights. Perim was-
Creak.
The squeak of the rusted doors broke Sarah out of her thoughts. Her vision focused to what lay before her. The graveyard, hundreds of graves put all around. Sarah walked in.
Sarah knew every one of the names of these gravestones. Each one she knew who they were, who their family was, friends, enemies . . . even how they died.
Sarah walked further into the graveyard, it was a few minutes before she stopped in front of a grave. It was small and dirty but it was well visited.
"Hey Haley," Sarah said, kneeling down as she replaced the wilting flowers with the new ones she bought on the way. "It's been awhile since my last visit. There's . . . There's been a lot of stuff going on.
"Right, where did I leave off in my last story?" Sarah sat there in front of the grave of her friend, retelling her all her adventures and ranting about one thing or another. Before she knew it, the sun was beginning to set to usher in the night sky once again.
". . . This will probably be the last time I'll visit Haley." Sarah stared sadly at the grave with a small smile. "I know what I'm doing is right, everything inside me screams for it in fact. . . It doesn't make it any easier to let go, though." Sarah closed her eyes, her mind picturing Wamma and the other Danians she had made friends with. She remembered the places she visited and the amazing adventures she went through in them.
She didn't want to lose Perim to the Grimm. She didn't want something important to her to disappear again. She didn't want to lose important people in her life again.
". . . Bye Haley, have a good rest for me okay?" said Sarah, wiping her tears as she stood on her feet. She smiled sadly as turned around began to walk away. Behind her, there was a soft sound that could be mistaken as a girl's small voice.
"Goodbye Sarah. . ."
Sarah didn't turn back, her feet moved onward one step at a time with a small smile on her face.
End of Flashback . . .
Sarah smiled. She jumped out of the cot with a spring in her step.
"Sarah?" Kyle said surprised at her change in attitude. Sarah gave him her usual wide smile.
"You know Kyle; I think we'll be just fine," said Sarah with absolute confidence. She was sure there would be regrets in the future; that they couldn't stay and help their own world, that they would never see their families again, some may not even see their lovers again.
One thing Sarah was sure, though . . . They would never regret helping Perim in their time of need. They would never regret that.
Kyle looked her in surprise but glad she was no longer brooding. He smiled and got up from the cot.
"Well then, shall we see if our dear friends are behaving?" he asked Sarah, snorted.
"You're joking right?" she said with laughter in her voice. "There's no way their behaving!"
The two left the tent with laughter, leaving behind the past that haunted them for many years.
