*Here's a small sneak peak.*
Chapter Twenty-Nine and a Half: Sand Through Her Fingertips
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death." –Robert Fulghum All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
Nina put her head in her hands. She felt sad; she felt really sad. It was a sadness that had wrapped itself around her soul and wouldn't let go. It kept gripping tighter and tighter and never loosened. She felt like she had given in to her pain; she felt like hope was lost. She couldn't explain why she felt so sad, but these tasks just seemed like they'd never get done. Sure, all of her friends were there to help, but she felt so alone. She didn't feel like she was giving up, but she felt like time was running out: the hourglass was running fast. Time was sand in her hands; the longer and tighter she tried to hold onto it, the faster it fell through her fingertips.
Fabian saw Nina and knew that she felt upset. He laid his hand on her back and said softly to her, "Nina, don't worry. We'll figure all of this out. We can do it. Sibuna has never failed before. We're all going to help you." The others chimed in with "yeah," and "or course". Nina knew that they could do this.