Callista.

The moat isn’t as deep as I thought it would be, and I’m thankful for that.

I’m dripping wet after crossing it, my clothes heavy on my body. I wring whatever I can and shake the water out of my shoes. My backpack hasn’t soaked, which is a relief.

I’m finally outside the castle.

Now the time was crucial.

I start to run. I’m as strong as I’ve been before, and that helps me to cross the town in no time. I avoid the main road and any important buildings, opting to weave ...