Fate had a strange way of unraveling people's beliefs, and Xion had experienced it in both the best and worst ways possible.
When he believed no one was on his side, he found the strongest support. And when he thought things were finally going according to plan, they twisted and tangled, dragging him deeper into an even bigger mess.
Just like now.
Xion glanced at the trees lining the narrow path winding through the forest. The carriage creaked as it climbed up the very track he had once sprinted down in a desperate attempt to run away.
It had barely been more than two weeks since they had started moving toward the north, and Xion was already back, exactly where he started.
Just above the mountain was Marquis's mansion.
"You don't have to worry about anything. I will just do it quickly. You can wait here with Ray."
Darius had said that already. More than once, actually.
They all were tired from the journey, and how could they not when they were moving so fast?
