Sun Child |✔|

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Though my soul may set in darkness, 

it will rise in perfect light. 

I have loved the stars too fondly,

to be fearful of the night. 

~Sarah Williams

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I'm rocking back and forth, taking in the reality.

I could pray, to the Moon Goddess whom I never talked to, or to any divine spirit above- for Atlas to save me.

But as the hours go by I wonder if I will have to relive my darkness over again.

There is something different about it this time.

Maybe because I know what will come.

Because I have a small taste of knowledge of the cruelty I'm about to face.

I'll fight him.

I think back to those months with Jay, training. I think about Atlas. When I told him how I didn't fight him the first time.

I'll fight him.

This time would be different.

Even if the outcome came out the same, I could at least say that I didn't make it easy.

I could at least say that.

I shift on the cot and feel a bulky weight in my pocket.

I gasp when I reach down and touch the leather binding of Atlas's journal.

I should read it.

In case anything happens.

So, to pass away the hours of my horror, I open the cover, taking in Atlas's scribbled words.

To my surprise, the first entry starts on the very first day we met.

I look up and around the room.

Atlas's words.

I touch my cheeks, feeling the hot tears slide down them.

They offered an escape, yet so much more than that.

They offered me a glimpse. A glimpse into my mate.

I flip the page, taking note of the date on the page and trying desperately to recall when it was.

The meeting. This was the day I had met the pack.