Moonspear In all my years of living

More often then not, Hakumele took to sitting outside the healing ulaq when he was awake. His fatigue was fading, the life returning to his bones, and yet he was not happy.

He was left to wonder if he would ever be as strong as he once was, or if he would remain the shell of a warrior. He felt as though he had been wronged, and yet he was the only one to blame. Taking in a sharp breath, he remembered why he was here.

Soon he would find a trace of her, and soon his labor would be over. If the coming of age came first, then it would be over all the same. She would no longer be his responsibility; no longer a curse for him to break.

Lifting his head, he found that he had been staring off blankly for some time.