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I never stopped smelling pine, and it only got stronger when that Ned gave me their antlers.
I still wasn’t sure what was going on in my mind. I still wanted to kill Torchbearer, that’s the only thing I really could decipher. He was the issue. He brainwashed me.
That’s what Nico always told me. The Torchbearer was dangerous.
I wandered this island, and if I remembered the maps correctly it was called Voldsøy.
When I seized Keons it was like something compelled me to start a fire in the towers, I didn’t really know what, but I knew that I would never. I didn’t even want to be back out here for the most part, but the smell of pine and smoke was luring me to stay. I tried to fight it, but it was like my heart and my brain were at war with each other.
Torch never loved me. He let everything happen. He was the reason I was tortured.
Yet I still let the pine needles guide me.
I heard a twig snap behind me, and I jerked my head back, only to see someone I didn’t recognize, yet the yellow tape on their shoulders gave away what they were. Banditos.
Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around my mouth, pressing something sweet-scented to my nose. A sedative.
I tried to fight back, but it was no use as I fell unconscious. My brain was screaming at me for being so stupid.
I just hoped that when I woke up I wouldn’t be hurt.