I observed the sky darken gradually, slowly, from light blue to pitch black with only one constant factor –the clouds. The road to Cairo wasn’t considered long –around two and a half hours—but it didn’t seem like that since I was longing to get as far as ever possible from the place where danger was present.
If it was only my life that was at stake, I wouldn’t have thrown much of a fit about the whole deal. But even if I had chosen to be some sort of a suicidal psych, I couldn’t put another soul into the equation. It wasn’t her fault I had failed her and was probably the reason we were in the situation we were in. Trying to fix what I had done by giving up to the danger we were surrounded by was yet another way to fail her, myself and most importantly, our parents.
One day, I, Damien Theophilus the Second, would avenge my family’s murder. And I couldn’t care less about the how’s or the when’s; all I could care about was the final result.
This was more personal than a mere attack on our kingdom.
