A touch of fate

I was drifting in and out of consciousness, oblivious to the conversation that was currently going on in the meeting room.

I was in a feverish state, my body aching and trembling with cold sweat covering every part of me, leaving me feeling cold and clammy.

I had given up on making sense of the visions that had come to me earlier that night and instead fought to collect my thoughts on something else to be distracted from the reality that really did not make much sense to me at this point.

I recalled how I left home, with the village chasing after me like I was running straight to my death - which in hindsight I suppose I was, only I didn't realize or really care back then.

Some time had passed since I left and I felt that my recklessness in that regard had significantly decreased.

I scolded myself mentally for not thinking twice about this decision, for not staying in the village with my family and for not staying with Ara.