C28 TWENTY EIGHT

THE EASTERN EMPIRE

MILES AWAY FROM WHITE MOUNTAIN PACK

Riaz's Point Of View

Breathing heavily, I set under a palm tree on the beach. I took off the hoodie of my cloak and reached for the bottle of water in my backpack. Like a thirsty camel, I gulped it down thirstily. I've been journeying for a whole week. I didn't know what I was thinking when I left the pack.

Maybe I just couldn't take it