EMBER's POV
"wrestle a bear?" I asked in utter confusion, as I looked from my father to my brother and back to my father again, hoping one of them would tell me that it was all a joke. But they stayed looking so sober that I knew that this wasn't a joke of any sort.
But they stayed, looking sober, and I had no choice but to believe that this was the truth. This was my reality.
“This is impossible. They can’t honestly be expecting be to wrestle a bear. I’ve never beheld one, but I know they aren’t to be contended with. An actual bear?!” I think I was slowly on the brink of losing my mind at this point, if I was being honest. And had my brother and father still not said it all wasn’t true, I wondered, somewhat close to tears.
"I'm sorry, princess." my father said, reaching for my hand, "
