POV (ABELIA)
Time, it can't be bought, sold, or replaced. It is never noticed but is always taken for granted. No matter how hard you try to bend it to your will, or ask it to bless you with more, it will never yield. It just moves on with or without you. That thought was the only one that would not leave my mind. It continued to haunt me, as I watched Victor carve ancient symbols into the soft bark of nearby trees, as I felt the ticking of the clock drawing ever closer.
"Abelia, are you certain there is no other way to heal the demons?" Victor said, as small bits of wood dusted the tops of his shoulders. I gently brushed them off causing him to grab hold of my hand.
"Don't, you promised."
"I know, but I can't help but think you are being tricked. That there must be another way." I sq
