Chapter 11 - Run? To where?
I’m still not free. I will only be free after I’m outside these walls.
What Mom and Camnucy told me is true, and I can see it fully now. There’s no way on Earth I could survive for long in this city.
The guys pursuing me seem to be able to do as they like, probably because their boss is the duke of this land. The guy who provided half of my genetic material.
Even if I managed to throw my pursuers off tonight, I wouldn’t be able to do what I need to get food without being seen and ratted on by someone.
That doesn’t mean that the Barren Wilds will be safe. It’s filled with monsters, and it’s fully survival of the fittest out there. But still, the chances are better than zero, while in the city, they are negative.
As much as I want to kill that damn guy, I need to first flee before getting stronger. Then I’ll come back and strike when he is less expecting.
So my best shot is going there. I hug the sword and the small backpack I picked from one of the two guys I tested my new spell with.
Mimby, the fox beastkin from before, said that managing to get those would increase my likelihood of survival by a lot in the Barrens.
I put my hand on a little pendant she made for me from scraps of clothing. It’s a symbol of her tribe and a sign of hope for the future out there.
But first, I need to focus on the here and now.
Thing is, there’s this fucking ten-meter-tall wall in my way. As my mind ponders all the pros and cons, I just keep looking up, bewildered.