I watched as Declan and some members of the village carried the high priestess down the hill and into one of the houses. My fingers were still shaking and I was scared.
Mulan and I remained together, standing at the top of the hill. I felt like she was trying to keep me away from everyone. I was apologetic and still shaking vividly from what had happened. I could not believe it. How could I do that?
“How was that possible? What am I?’’
“That's what we are all trying to find out. But you don't have to blame yourself. You clearly did not mean for it to happen.’’
“Declan does not believe that.’’ Mulan touched my shoulder, comforting me.
“ I know that you and Declan have your differences, but he cares for you.
“He hates me.” I argue, looking at her.
“I know that. We all hate you. bu
