Chapter 18 A Tale Of Safety

• Fyn.
• "How long?!" Fyn screamed, his head tipped back up towards the tall trees. "Just how long have you kept me in here?"
• Fyn roughly wiped the tears streaming down his face with the back of his hand, careful not to let go of the herbs they ordered him to retrieve. Once he got back to the forest, he kept running. The face of Hana was stuck inside his head for who knows how long. Her mouth forming the same words over and over again. That it was his fault, that a sudden typhoon had struck the village. That it was his fault that a sudden tornado destroyed the houses and the sheds. That it was his fault that some of them had been injured.