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comprehended what he said. I just stand there. He repeats himself to make sure I understand, “I am sorry, man. Hadley was shipped out this morning with the others. She  is gone.
     

Chapter 2
     
     The water seems to be flowing much more rapidly down the wall of the caverns creating a loud thunderous roar against the rocks below. The usually sparkling liquid beneath me seems much more lackluster without its customary glow. Even the lights that use to sparkle through the fissures in the walls are covered with clouds today. I don’t remember it being this way. I don’t know how I ever liked this place. Of course, it has been nearly eleven weeks since I have been here, to our porch. The first time since Hadley was sold. I have not been able to force myself to come here until now, but my day was so stressful I thought maybe it would still have maintained the calming influence I always enjoyed. Maybe this could be the one place on the Island without the capacity to hurt me. But I was wrong. Everything here is only making things exceedingly worse. Everything reminds me of her. But, then again, everything on this forsaken Island just reminds me of her now.
    I have come to realize I never liked being on this Island. I used to think it was tolerable. To have so many people around me I have known my whole life, I had always found the sultry weather to be suiting, and I was probably the only person on this entire Island who had their own secret getaway. But the sooner I can get out of here, the better. I just dealt with the long arduous work hours, the abuse from the Grods and Holds, the awful food rations and living quarters because she was what I got to look forward to everyday. Without her, I am empty. The Island was never my home. She was.
    If I can just get out of here the first day I am eligible for auction, I can start performing better than any of the other Tokens wherever I end up. I just need to make my owners gleam with pride over me and develop a strong bond with them. I will make sure they favor me over everyone else no matter what it takes. I have to earn my freedom. If there is any chance, I have to try. I have to find her. It would certainly help me though if I could have found out where or who she was sold to, but I was denied access to that vital information.
    Sitting on our limestone porch without her is too depressing. I can’t take being here any longer. I hastily swim out of the lagoon and begin my walk back to the District. Once I clear the forest and get back on the traditional path back, I come across the spot. The place where my world crumbled to pieces. The very thought of that day makes me drop to my knees, and I fall to the soft dirt.
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    “Hadley is gone Kincaid.”
    I just stood there for the longest time like I was in a comatose state, not moving or speaking. Just staring blankly into space no longer cognizant of my surroundings. Yency forcibly slaps me in the face a few times to bring me back into reality. When I come back, I push him down and just take off sprinting as fast as my legs can carry me. He was obviously confused, but took off after me not knowing where I was going, or more importantly, what I was planning to do. There is only one person who could help me now, Island 3’s Ambassador from the Federation. Each Island has a representative sent from the Grodar Federation to run all aspects ranging from which Grods and Holds work on the Islands to how much we are allowed to be auctioned for. We know the Ambassador ranks all of us on the Island and sets the prices and predicts the profits he thinks each of us should bring in return. As long as the bids the Elitists offer surpass his minimum expectations, we are sold. If not, they reserve the right to withdraw us and hold us over until the next auction to wait for more money. A few of the Holds have told me they have high expectations for me, but there is only one place, one person I want to be sold to. Wherever Hadley was sold is where I