I use every muscle in my arms to chop this wood. I hit the wood so hard that a large spark came out. And I might have given out a girlie scream. But I continue to cut the wood with every bit of energy I have left in me. I grip the axe so hard that my knuckles turn white. Every time I chop the wood I tell myself.

  How did Caden die?

  Why didn't I protect him?

  And who killed him?

  I need to know the last question as soon as possible. So I can get revenge.

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  I swing the axe again but I miss and hit the ground. I let out a groan. I'm so sore but this is kind of a distraction. I try to get up quickly but I can't. It hurts too much. I lay on the ground and stare up at the sky.

  I should go back. Mallory and Earlene are probably worried. After I try several times to get up, with my sore arms. I take my time to walk back to camp.

  …

  I see camp away and I drag every step I take. Why am I so weak? Maybe it's because I've been cutting wood till my arms hurt and I didn't sleep last night.

  When I sat down next to Mallory I almost felt like I collapsed. I lay my head on Mallory’s shoulder. She turns to me in shock.

  “Everything alright?” she asks.

  “I'm just tired,” I mumble.

  “Go sleep in Earlene’s shack it blocks most of the sun. I can distract her with herbs,” I slowly get up.

  “Thanks, I'll go do that,” I give a loud grunt when I get up. I shake my arm.

  “Are you okay?” Mallory asks.

  “Just sore,” I say as I walk to the shack.

  “I can help you with that,” Earlene says as she gets up. She had been quiet the whole time she was there. I didn't even notice her.

  I wonder what ‘magical’ herbs she has this time.