Yasmin knew that Axel was right, too much time passed. But she still hoped that they will find something, anything. The possibility of her father being alive was slim, but she wanted to know what happened… maybe retrieve his body to give him a funeral, and like this… she had nothing.
Serena and Feya were chanting softly, it sounded more like a sad song than a spell, and it added to the somber atmosphere.
Yasmin's vision of the sunset was blurry from the tears that ran down her cheeks, and Axel's solid arm around her shoulders did little to comfort her.
It was a strange thing because Yasmin grew up without the presence of her father, and most of the times when she thought of him, it was with hate. Just one day ago, she found out about his name, yet she mourned his loss.
