Caspian's POV It felt like my life was starting all over again. From the loneliness to being directionless, to the fear of not getting anything right, or just running into the wrong crowd. One of the reasons I chose to always stay, no matter how abused or battered I was, was the fear of starting over. Time and again, I would promise myself that I am now bold enough to start over, that I was ready to put it all behind me and I would take responsibility for myself, but all those times, I end up failing, time and again. As little as it is that I had, it wasn’t easy to set out, leave it all behind and pretend like it all never happened.I sat at the border for well over an hour, shedding tears. I felt rejected and abandoned. This was the second time in four weeks that I had to be sent out of a pack really quietly. Even though in both cases, I realized it was to help me, it still felt like a lot on my weary heart. At this stage, I wasn’t even demanding to be fed and taken care of, lik

Caspian's POV“Now, you have to pick up what pieces of your life now exist,” she advised me, as we walked back into the cottage from the back of the house where we went to receive fresh air..I couldn’t possibly keep the ash of blood and barely formed flesh.‘Nana’ as she instructed me to call her, had spent the last two days giving me pep-talks on how to pick myself up and live up to the standards that my mother had set before her passing. Despite Nana’s encouraging words of how much she believes I can, especially since I had my mother’s body now, I didn’t feel as confident.I knew it needed more than just being reborn in somebody’s body to be as fierce as they were, and with how highly Nana speaks of her, it felt like work just to exist in her body. Thanks to Nana, I didn't feel the heaviness of my parents death as much as I would and I was ready to face the world. “I think it's time to return to the lab and save those children,” I was walking to the kitchen of the cottage to mak

Caspian's POV “What do you want from me?” I fired the question I felt was long overdue at this point. “I want you to be a better person,” I was being honest, Nana disgusted me with that reply. ‘The nerve of her to speak those words to my face,’ I thought. I looked deep into her eyes, wanting to be sure that she was serious- that from the bottom of hearts she wanted me to believe that the last couple of her actions were to make me better. “At this point, Caspian, I realize if ever you’re going to learn, it might have to be the hard way, under firm discipline, and I do not care if you see me as a witch, you are going to learn anyways,” Nana said with a firm tone. “Isn’t that what you are?” I fired at her, “A witch, a sorceress, isn’t that what you are?” I stared intensely into her eyes.“You expect me to believe that you have my best interest at heart, when all you’ve done is manipulate me?”“If you cared about me in the slightest, you would have even begun by saving Alex from th

Caspian's POV “Hello ladies, breakfast?” We kept staring at him and weren't quite sure what to say. We watched him walk out of the kitchen and to the dining table, where he served the meal he had cooked up. “Common, don't look at me like that,” he said with a broad smile, “I mean, you both were nice enough to be so welcoming, the least I can do was breakfast,” then he looked around for a bit, “Boy, it sure looked like you all had a long exhausting night,” I turned to Nana. She wasn't as awestruck as I was, because I had lost every sense of thought and feelings. I was completely numb. “Well, Alex, it's very impolite to barge in, and it doesn't matter if you met the door wide open, I am a witch,” Nana gave off a subtle threat. “Yea, don't you see how terrified I am,” Alex made a joke, and erupted in laughter. I wasn't sure why he was taking her statement lightly, but just before I wish he did not, Nana joined him in laughter.It felt like the top cover of my head had been blown

Caspian's POVThere was no control of the tears that were streaming down my cheeks, watching Nana burn in the fire that Alex had set over her. I could feel myself stink of bad luck. It was almost like everywhere I showed up to, I cost them a huge fortune. The pain this time around was the cost being Nana. Just when I was about to rejoice that I finally had someone to call family, someone with whom I shared blood with and I didn’t have to convince myself that family did not have to mean blood, she was snatched from my hands, and I watched helplessly while it played.Nana was already largely burnt, so her body did not take more than an hour to become ashes, through which we watched. “Common, let’s go,” Alex said, after he put Nana’s ashes in the jar he constructed from leaves. I heard him loud and clear, I just couldn’t bring myself to move an inch away. Alex held me by the arm and softly pushed me away. We returned to the tree, where Nana finally gave up. It was a perfect spot f