We set off with strong, measured steps into the desert. I know it's only a matter of days before our momentum slows, but I hope it won't be too bad.
I've almost gotten used to the feel of sand on my skin; after all, give or take a few days, I've been in this desert for over five months.
It was almost time for my baby's second birthday, though I couldn't tell the exact day; it was all very confusing out here.
"Happy Birthday, Kanie Boo," I muttered under my breath.
My heart clenched with the pain of missing my baby. Though I was living here and changing every day, one thing I never lost was the love and longing I felt for my family.
I walked at the front, the weight of my blade a reminder on my hip, and the title that now clung to me heavier still: Tua Miasha.
