Mesara glanced around as they rode into the foothills. She thought Inshaya might suspect something. The rest of them didn’t seem to sense her intention. Certainly not Tyrhan. Mesara felt bad for that. But she knew if she told them what needed to happen, they would never let her do it. And if she didn’t do what she needed to, Amnor would win and the world as they knew it would be forever changed.
The trouble was she didn’t want to finish what had been started anymore than they did. It had taken her all of these long months to come to terms with who she was, what had happened to her, and, most important, her feelings for Tyrhan. But she knew she had no choice. She wouldn’t sacrifice everything and everyone she loved for her own fears and selfishness.
In camp that night, she sat off to the side. One by one Meathar, Tyrhan and the others tried to engage her in their jokes and conversation. But it didn’t feel right. Mesara knew if she started to talk to them, the secret would come out. She couldn’t risk that. So she kept her distance. Laris was her only comfort.
The cat caught her gaze. His strength, encouragement and love flooded through her in wave after wave of images. There was something in his message to her that reassured her more than her other companions could. A sense of peace filled her just before Laris got up and wandered away. Something in what he tried to tell her made her believe everything would be alright in the end. She lay down to sleep, easy for the first time on that long ride north.
Mesara savored that last ride to their goal. Meathar lead the way. She did not doubt he was just as drawn to the end as she was. She was saddened by his confidence in some ways. This ending would destroy it just as much as it would destroy the threat to all of Mharakhan. She hoped her father, Karik and Inshaya would help see her brother through the next few months.
Glancing over at Tyrhan, Mesara knew there was no such hope for the elf. She’d known how he felt about her for quite a while now. And she knew how deep his emotions ran despite what he let show. There would be no such comfort for him. It was that simple fact that she struggled with the most. That one thing was almost enough to convince her to turn her horse south and flee her fate.