Chapter 14: A weakened mental.
The day had just ended giving way to the night veil.
Sarah and the others had been taken to a dormitory.
It was an independent house built of wood.
'' So this is all of this? '' Said Isabella in a playful voice.
They were each entitled to a straw bed and a dining table.
There was also a cuisine where a meager provision was placed so that they could cook themselves.
Raphaël advanced and moved one of the beds that had been offered to them.
He sat down quietly on the bed he had moved and began to remove his armor plates and shoes and then stored them carefully.
'' Are you going to go alone alone? '' Asked Isabella.
'' Is this a problem? ''
'' No. But... ''
'' Given that you don't consider it a problem so there is nothing more to add. ''
Raphaël cut him off, preventing him from expressing the bottom of his thought.
Isabella understood that it was useless to insist so she stayed there.
Griffus suddenly launched his sword in the direction of the beds and she planted herself on the fourth bed at the end.
'' I see ... this ... it will be ... this one. ''
He advanced and withdrew his sword and then set off directly on this without bothering to remove his armor or his shoes full of mud.
'' Well I see that we don't need to consult to find out who is sleeping where. '' Isabella turned to Sarah '' Don't you mind if I take this one? ''
Isabella pointed out the third bed, the one who was close to the bed that Raphaël had moved.
'' Never mind. '' Replied Sarah in an air disinterested.
Sarah turned her back on her and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Isabella sighs.
'' Well ... hello the atmosphere. ''
His attention was suddenly attracted by the provisions that had been placed in the kitchen.
She smiles and went in this direction.
Meanwhile, Sarah, who came out of the house, was walking in the training camp of the Yoroven aimless.
She spotted a tree strain and sat down.
Fixing the horizon, she pronounced the name of her best friend while shuddering.
"You got the wrong Armel, I'm not that strong. It was you who should have stayed alive. It would have been much easier if it had been you in my place. ''
Tears sank on his cheeks.
'' I may have taken a resolution, I realized how weak I was compared to the others. ''
Sarah referred to her lost fight against Isabella.
'' At this rate, I could never take revenge on you ... ''
She thought back to the feeling of fear that she felt when she was confronted with Shaka.
'' Walking is far too high ... ''
Sarah remained motionless, her head bass and her gaze full of regret.
Before coming to Euphoria, she had fought against the GOR tribe and had won enough experience.
She had resolved to take revenge and for that she had to go through experience again and again.
Therefore, she was ready to participate in all kinds of cruelty in the Yorken army as long as it made her strong.
Enough to be able to avenge his family.
But her defeat today confronted her on the wall of reality.
She lacked a lot of knowledge and power to achieve her goal.
The path that seemed to him simple and short stretched in proportion to the difficulties.
And this harsh reality is enough to discourage it.
She spent a long time sitting on the strain to cry.
Suddenly, she heard steps closer to her.
'' I finally found you. ''
Sarah quickly dried her tears and turned her gaze in the direction of the voice.
His gaze met that of Isabella who smiled at her.
She now had in front of her the person who without knowing it was partly responsible for the state in which she was.
She got up suddenly and faced him, her look full of anger and her right hand placed on her hip, near the sleeve of her sword.
End of chapter.