“It is time,” Zarentil announced.
Danielle mindlessly picked at a pimple on her neck. Pacing back and forth helped dissipate only some of her tension. Pain jolted through her when she picked a little too hard.
“Eh, what’s that?” Anders murmured a moment later, slowly turning to look at her. “Is something wrong?” he added, as he struggled to focus his attention.
“No, nothing,” Danielle said, looking quickly at her finger and then wiping the blood off on her pants.
“When will we know something?” Freida asked, agitated.
Bettina said nothing. She furtively glanced back and forth.
“It is not for us to know before parting,” Lohxnahr rasped.
“You mean we’re not going to know before we launch our rescue mission?” Anders cried. “We won’t know?”
“No, unless soon they return.”
“But why, Lohxnahr?” Danielle said, her voice catching. “This is so important to all of us.”
“Indeed, it is, child,” Lohxnahr replied, smiling wide. “Yet, there are times when even our greatest needs are left wanting,” Zarentil rumbled. “There are times when others’ needs must come before our own.”
Quickly, tears welled up in Danielle’s eyes and ran down her face. “But…I need to know…my parents…”
“And mine,” Freida choked out.
“And mine,” Bettina whispered.
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