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Prologue

Snatches of Memory

"No!" Will screamed.

The battle raged on around her as Hay Lin collapsed. Will ran to her fellow Guardian.

Hay Lin didn't have a pulse.

"No!" A tear fell from Will's cheek.

The Heart of Candracar melted out of Will's palm and came to rest on Hay Lin's chest. A silver mist surrounded the Asian girl's body. Only Will could see through the blinding liquid light that spilled from the Heart. It covered Hay Lin like a second skin. In less than a ten seconds, the silvery-pink liquid light evaporated. Hay Lin's body was gone.

Will wanted to cry, but she knew she had to fight. She ran into the heat of the battle, only to see Irma fall.

She had been shot with an arrow. Her chest was bleeding and her breathing was shallow.

Will ran over to the brunette. "Irma!" she whispered, kneeling next to the Guardian.

Irma spoke one sentence. "See...see you...in C-Candracar."

The Heart spilled liquid light once again, covering Irma. When it evaporated, Irma was gone.

"No," Will sobbed.

This battle was not going well. Two of the Guardians, along with one-fourth of the rebels, were dead.

She searched the crowd for Vathek. "Retreat," she mouthed. He nodded.

"Retreat! Abandon your posts!" he commanded.

The rebels ran for the woods, diving into various entrances of the Infinite City.

They gathered in the Meeting Hall. A leader was nowhere to be seen, so Will, standing on a crate, addressed the crowd.

"Vathek?" she called. "Vathek?"

There wasn't an answer.

"Has anyone seen Vathek?" Will scanned the dim hall.

"He is dead."

"What?" Will tried to find the source of the voice.

The crowd was parting to let a short figure through. "Vathek is dead." It was a girl's voice.

The girl wore a hooded brown cloak. Her head was down and her face was completely in shadow.

The figure stood in front of Will. Will got off the crate to get a good look at her. When the girl lifted her head, Will recognized her immediately.

"Elyon?" she whispered. The girl nodded. "Why are you disguised?"

Elyon had placed her crown under her shaggy bangs in an attempt to hide it. Under her cloak, she wore a simple dress instead of her usual royal apparel. Her jewelry was nowhere to be seen.

"Phobos must not know I survived the battle." she answered. "If he thinks I am dead, we have a great advantage."

Will pondered that. "But why are you disguised with the rebels?"

"The news that I survived will be leaked to Phobos." Elyon looked distressed.

"Whether it leaks or not, they need your encouragement. Look at them." As sad as Will looked, it was nothing like the rebels' attitudes.

Elyon sighed and agreed.

Will got back on the crate. "People of Meridian! Hope is not lost! Your queen still lives!"

Elyon threw her hood backand an immense cheer erupted from the crowd. Herwavy blond hair was no longer in braids, and it hung down to her thighs.

Suddenly the crowd went quiet. It parted down the middle and what Will and Elyon saw only made the day worse.