Kathaersys

A/N: Yes, I know, you hate me. Here, have chapter 17. I'm not sure if you'll hate me less by the end of it, but at least you'll hate me for something else. Chapter 17: The sky has turned to a dangerous shade of black and the trees shake and creak, but I do not notice. I am only holding her body, my own shaken by violent sobs, forehead touching hers. All I can hear is silence, a silence that reminds me so painfully of the one I had heard all those years ago on that cliff. It's the same. It's the same all over again. I see it all again, his death, my mourning followed by an insatiable desire of revenge. And there it's all happening again. And I

Entry 4: “HELP! THE SLAVE IS ESCAPING!” Out of breath, running across the forest, I prayed that they would not find me quickly. If they catch me again, I will not be as lucky as in my first escape. I will be killed without hesitation. This was not my first try. A month ago, the fields caught fire. Children were screaming, the overseers and the slaves tried desperately to save the harvest and our master, as always, was shouting on everybody.  Taking advantage of the confusion, a few of my companions and I, including Cashile, escaped. We ran and hid for two days and we were beginning to believe that we could reach the north. But