{ "A hero is born among a hundred, a wise man is found among a thousand, but an accomplished one might not be found even among a hundred thousand men."}
Rage.
That was the only word that could come close to describing the wildfire surging through me as I left the Kayne secret garden chambers. It burned in my blood, made my fingertips tremble, and turned every breath into a struggle not to scream. The truth, the lies, the performance- I was done.
I stormed home under the paling sky, the first hints of dawn brushing colour across the horizon like a mockery of peace. Ma, Dante, Rolan, and Qadira were still sleeping. Good. I didn't want to explain. I didn't want to talk. The shower barely cooled me. My clothes changed, my face dried, my soul still drenched in fury. I left without a word, without a glance back. The silence behind me felt thick with the weight of all I wasn't saying.
