I decided to write my (first) FanFiction, and was inspired by some amazing authors on here! I wanted to write one because I plan on writing my own book and wanted some practice. Please let me know what you think - and tell me if it sucks so I don't embarrass myself any further! But... be nice. It's my first one, after all. If you guys like it, I'll post the next chapter, which I HAVE already written.
- Rachel :)
CHAPTER 1
The grey walls of my cell seemed like they were closing in around me. I stared straight ahead, ignoring the guardians that were posted around my stupid jail cell.
Ignoring the slow, steady dripping of water leaking from the ceiling.
Ignoring the sound of life above ground.
Ignoring everything.
I groaned, kicking the wall of my cell and putting my head in my hands. I was pretty sure I was going nuts. And if I wasn't, I was bloody well about to.
How the hell had this happened?
I was locked in jail – which, ironically, happened to be the exact same cell that he had stayed in – accused of murdering the Queen, going to go to a trial that I would surely lose, and then be executed.
Don't you just love life?
I couldn't let this happen. All the whole 18 years of my life, I had lived to be a guardian. I wasn't anymore. I wasn't going to see Lissa again. I wouldn't even get to know my own parents. I wouldn't ever get to live my life. Hell, I was only eighteen. I hadn't lived…I hadn't seen the world. But most importantly…I would never be able to be with Dimitri again.
And I couldn't let that happen…and I wouldn't. Jesus, I was Rose Hathaway. Rose Hathaway would never give up. Not now.
I sat down on the bed, opening my mind, trying to slip into Lissa's head. It worked.
"Why won't you listen?" Lissa cried, exasperated. She stared, wide eyed at the guardian. "She didn't do it. She's innocent. Why won't you understand?"
"Liss-" Christian started, but Lissa cut him off.
"No! This isn't right. I can't believe they think she actually murdered the Queen. They have to let me talk to her."
She turned to the guard again, tears in her eyes – silently pleading.
The guardian shook his head and grimaced. "I'm sorry princess – but I have strict orders from the Court. No one is to see Rose." And then, just like that, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Lissa sat down, holding onto the chair for support. "I'm going to find a way. I have to. She needs me." she said, her voice determined. I felt touched that Lissa wanted to see if I was okay.
Adrian spoke for the first time. "I can try and visit her tonight," he said quietly.
Since I had been locked up, Adrian hadn't shown in my dreams. At first I was surprised. But now I realised that he had been trying to give me space, and hadn't wanted to pester me.
And then, that voice spoke.
The voice that I would know anywhere, dead or alive.
"There has to be another way," he said slowly. I – Lissa- turned to him.
He looked ragged and tired, and I could tell he hadn't slept properly in a days. Weeks, even. But he still looked…as perfect as ever.
It hurt to see him. It brought back memories that I really did not want to deal with right now. But why was he there? Why did he even care? He should be happy now. He didn't have to deal with me anymore. I was locked up, and about to die.
Lissa looked up, frowning. "You don't mean-" She gasped, jumping up, nearly tipping the chair over and Christian along with it. "Yes!"
Christian looked at her like she was crazy.
Dimitri got up, walking over to Lissa and put his hands on my – her – shoulders. "We can do this. I will go talk to Abe Mazur and see if he can-"
"What's Rose to you?" snapped Adrian.
Great. They were all here.
"You never cared about her until now. You hurt her. You pushed her away, when she tried to help you. Leave her alone." Adrian's voice was threatening.
Dimitri flinched, but anger flickered in his deep brown eyes. "You know nothing of me and Rose," he growled, his tone matching Adrian's.
What? What did he mean, me and Rose?
Adrian snorted. "So that's why you did this? To protect her? Look what's happened to her now."
Lissa silently begged Adrian to stop, staring into his emerald green eyes. I felt a trickle of compulsion come from her, and Adrian relaxed slightly. I was surprised it worked; he was a spirit user too. Unless he had been drinking…
"Princess," Dimitri said, and she turned her attention back to him. "I need you to-" He stopped, his eyes widening. He looked into my eyes.
Mine, not Lissa's. And at the moment, he may have seen into my soul. And I was pretty sure I saw his.
His eyes filled with disbelief, and pain.
No. No, no, no. I had to get out. NOW. This wasn't happening.
The next single word that came from his mouth confirmed my fears.
"Roza?"
