He turned to see Leo, breathless and clutching the compass. The younger boy didn't look angry; he looked determined.
Leo shook his head, pressing the wooden disc back into Elias's palm. "I already know where I am, and I know where you're going. You're the one heading into the fog, Elias. You take it. As long as you have it, I'll know you’re coming back. That's how I'll find my way—by waiting for you." Brotherly Love
Quietly, Elias took the compass and tucked it under Leo’s pillow. It was more than a gift; it was a promise. He turned to see Leo, breathless and clutching the compass
As dawn began to bleed through the gray clouds, Elias shoulder his pack. He didn't wake Leo. He knew he couldn't handle the goodbye. But as he reached the gate at the end of the lane, he heard a frantic patter of boots on the gravel. "Elias! Wait!" "I already know where I am, and I know where you're going
