As a group, we soon fell into a routine. When in need, we'd find a Lent town to raid, and when satisfied, we stayed close. We cared for each other to an extent and all made an effort to be more efficient. Especially with the fact they were all aware I was willing to drop any and all of them in a heartbeat if I noticed them lagging behind. I'd already left two men behind since the group split up, and I was willing to abandon more if it meant I'd find my mother sooner.

Soon, I found myself burdening the group. I started having dreams--or rather--visions. They felt too realistic to be just mere nighttime sights. They meant something. And they all varied. Some took place when I last saw my mother as a young five-year-old, others in a few short days when I'd meet her again. I had ones that felt more like horrors--such as Mama despising me or not remembering due to corruption.

I needed assistance, someone who was willing to aid me through these times. So I called upon the Lenties, asking for their strengths and weaknesses, to see who could help me. And, to credit them, they all tried. Other than one stingy man who refused to see himself as a servant--a man whom I swiftly beheaded--they all gave it their best.

But, I just didn't click with any of them. I couldn't find that special servant who would stand by my side and withhold everything I told him to. I needed someone who could listen in on my visions and help interpret my emotions and possibly provide comfort. And while the Lenties were loyal, I just couldn't keep any of them around at all times. It wouldn't work.

One of them saw my distress, and I assume he felt pity, and he came up to me. He reminded me that we'd kidnapped an allegedly kindhearted young lady. I decided to take him up on his offer and one night, I opened up the sack. She was awake. At least, it seemed so. Staring back at me wasn't the same girl I'd captured. Though she was in pain back then, she looked as though she experienced some sort of joy in her life. Now, her face was paler and her cheeks tear-stained. Her eyes looked up at me, angry, yet too tired to truly show it.

For a moment, I simply stared down at her, not saying a word. Truthfully, I was afraid. This girl had every right to scream, cry, and curse my name, but I wasn't sure if I could handle it. So, I remained silent. Oddisya simply looked down at the floor, not saying a word. At some point, the poor girl started crying even. And I just watched her, feeling somewhat guilty.

It eventually became too much and I went to go get her a tissue paper. She was shocked. When I handed it to her, she ignored me at first, not believing it was for her. But, I told her. I spoke up, apologized, and told her it was hers. Still, she remained silent, but she accepted it. Satisfied, I moved away and gave her some space to comprehend.