~Otsana
It had been two grueling weeks since I arrived at Moses’ place, and my condition only worsened as each day passed. The rigorous training took its toll, yet no matter how I tried to explain my deteriorating state, he remained stubbornly unconvinced, dismissing my every word as an excuse.
My heart pounded erratically, each beat echoing in my ears as I crouched down, struggling to draw in a breath. The world around me seemed to blur, and the silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the sound of approaching footsteps. Yet, the thunderous pounding of my heartbeat drowned everything else out.
“What’s wrong? Too weak to train?” Moses’ voice cut through the haze, laced with an edge of mockery.
I forced my head up, squinting against the harsh sunlight that burned my eyes. “
