Freyja
I skipped breakfast to come to the jail to see the creature again. We hadn’t found another one, but I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Did the first one come alone? Did the second one go back to the others to tell them we have their kin? The uncertainty ate at me all night long.
“What’s the status?” I ordered as soon as I entered the jail.
“It moved, but it’s just sitting there with its head down,” the guard said.
I hurried to the cell and looked in. The blue man was no longer lying on the ground; he sat on the floor with his back leaning against the cot. His head was down, but I couldn’t tell if he was breathing.
“Is he dead?” I asked.
“I don’t think so,” he replied, leaning closer to the bars. “It twitches every once and a while.”
“He didn’t
