Nymeria has been taken by Jonathon aka Fear.
Micheal has not taken notice that she is gone.
Anna has been killed.
A lot of things have happened and I can not put all of that in here, so I put a big turning point, which is where Jonathon and Nymeria have a falling out and talk it out together about everything that has happened.
I am most likely going to kill Micheal and Mena has run away.
My biggest inspiration had to have been Sarah since she helped me a lot, especially when I began freaking out over how large my chapter 5 was, and she helped me to break it over several chapters.
Excerpt;
“I can’t be around you anymore,” I wasn’t thinking about the rain that was beating down and the long walk that could be to Micheal, wherever he was. I stormed out of tent, shaking my head. I couldn’t be around Jonathon. I loved him, he was my brother, and he knew that Anna was my best friend and knew how it would destroy me.
I could here Jonathon’s lumbering stature come after me. He pushed through the tent’s flaps. He stomped after me, sloshing through the mud that had been collecting outside, when it had begun to rain.
“Stop, Jonathon,” I huffed. I turned around, standing there, in the rain. “I don’t want to look at your face,” I hissed, narrowing my eyes onto him. I hated him. I hated him so much. I wanted him dead.
“Nymeria, it is raining. Come back, please,” Jonathon’s voice was full of remorse. He was still coming after me as I continued to walk away, into the surrounding woods. “Nymeria Rosemary Veils, come back here,” his voice was stern.
I did not want to be around him and I do not understand why it is taking him so long to understand that. I could make it on my own, or at least find Micheal, or someone who will help me?
Jonathon was moving faster, to catch up with me. His hands reached out, grabbing my shoulders. I jerked around, looking up at him. I pushed him away.
“Stop, Jon,” I murmured, looking to the side. The wind hit me like the Northern winds did. It was cold, especially since it was raining.
“Do you think Micheal is coming to save you?” Jonathon’s voice was gruff as he gripped my shoulders tightly.
“Yes.”
“You’re wrong. He didn’t give a shit when I took you away. He cared about himself and how he was going to save himself, from the battle. Right now, I am willing to be my weight in gold, that he’s still continuing his plans to take the South, instead of looking for you,” Jonathon was making a good point and my heart sunk.
I looked down. The realization hit me hard and I didn’t know what to say. I was at a loss of words.
Jonathon released my shoulders and let his heavy arms fall to his side. “I came to take you back home. I know you don’t like the North,” he was speaking more emotionally. “Jamie misses you and I miss you. Mother and Father even miss you,” he said with a weak chuckle. Everyone missed me, besides Madison. He leaned down, rubbing his thumb over the cut on my nose, sighing heavily. He was regretting all of his decisions in the past day, or so.
“I want to go home,” I said meekly before walking past Jonathon, back towards the tent. I heard Jonathon’s heavy boots follow behind me.
“Everything has gotten worse in Ocean Villa,” Jonathon stated.
I turned to him, looking up at him with a weary expression before sighing. “I’m too tired to think about that. Can you carry me back?” It was a childish request, but I didn’t care.
Jonathon, without a word, scooped me up effortlessly. I didn’t weigh that much. He then proceeded to carrying me back, to the tent. He was quiet the whole time, looking forward as he lunged me back.
