The sun had peaked over the mountains a couple of hours later, yet Penelope and Raven had been sitting on the ground reminiscing over what had happened hours before.
It was Penelope who had broken the silence a while later. “Unfortunate turn of events if you ask me. We had him, and still he got away. How?” She stood up, rummaging her hair. “How? I should’ve killed him when I had the chance.”
“Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve,” Raven replied bluntly. “We both failed in getting what he wanted done. It doesn’t matter now. We must get him. I’m going to talk to Father, see if I can get the army ready.”
Penelope nodded, leaning back against one of the trees looking at the clear blue sky that had come for all to see. Another day. Another lost opportunity.