I sat in the street. My limbs went limp, I felt like I couldn't move. My emotions were tumultous, I didn't know what to feel. I was sad and angry and distraught. I thought about chasing after them, but even if I could, it would only put us in further jeopardy. I let the tears flow down my cheeks, I let the village hear my cries. I didn't care anymore. I felt as if my heart had been ripped from me, like I was dying. People crowded around me, "Ikem, what's going on?" They asked, "Ikem! How terrible!" They said. I left them. I left and I walked into the woods. I didn't want to hear their pity.
I sat in a tree, gazing at the night. I picked up a rock and threw it into the water. "Damn you!" I shouted. I wasn't sure who I was shouting at. Maybe I was shouting at Azulon, maybe I was shouting at that stupid prince. Maybe I was shouting at myself, for not being powerful enough to save Ursa. But either way, it was damned. I was damned.
"I hope Ursa isn't damned." I muttered. I shook my head. "No." I said. "She'll be fine, she has to be." I choked. And then I realized that tears had filled my eyes again, just thinking about the possibility of πππ hurting her. "No!" I yelled, slamming a fist into the tree. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, scraping myself in the process.
I sighed. It was ππππΎπ πΎππ. I lay there, on the ground. I closed my eyes, resting my head in my arms. I wondered what Ursa was doing, but I decided it was best not to think about that. It was best to just sleep.