Chapter 11

The sun dipped into the water, dying the sea in multiple shades of crimson. The ripple of the still water made it seem so serene, unlike the turmoil in her head. Freya sat, hugging her knees, watching the endless sea with a melancholic aura.

Cascade had left.

Yes, it was supposed to happen one day, but Freya had always believed she would be the first and only one to know. But this… this was unlike Cascade who, no matter what, always confided to her best friend. Cascade would have never left alone without consulting at least one person, she would have never left after a fight with her brother.

She would have never left without a solid reason.

To her right, Freya heard the sound of men trudging items up and down the ramp to the ship. It was a small vessel, designed to sail easily while carrying few passengers. They were going to search for Cascade, who, gods know, was hopefully alive and well.