Our backs caress the green grasses, the wind blowing softly. "I don't know what to say, Hermione. Did you even tell Dad, about Ezli's current state?... I still can't believe, that you kept all these in your heart. You were slowly wallowing in pain.

Why didn't tell anyone? ...and still, you are preparing for the competition tomorrow!" Ares stutters, closing his eyes tightly.

"It's fine, I am fine. This is just another... I and Ezli will pull through." I whisper, closing my eyes too.

"... sometimes, I just feel like going somewhere far away, away from everything... The competition, summon in seven days’ time, Helios and I... Ezli... I just..."...