Chapter: 2

{"Alcum! Wait, come back!" She ran through the dark, looking at his back. "Wait!"}

Alician woke with a fright, shivering and clinging to her bed sheets. Good, it was just a dream. She suddenly looked around the room, feeling as though someone had been in it. Yet no one was there. She sighed and slipped her blanket back over her head. Her head hurt and she felt so alone. She just wanted to stay here forever, curled in the dark with just herself. Maybe Tyrant was right. Maybe he wasn't coming back after all. She missed the way he hugged her, so tight, yet so warm. The way he looked at her, and she felt as though he was looking right through her into her soul. She blinked as a tear slid down her cheek. No. No tears today. She flug her blanket off her body as she sat up and slid her hands into her sandy brown hair.

"Alician? Breakfast is ready if you want some." She could her Tyrant's voice from the other side of her door.

"Ok. I'll be right there." Her jaw clenched. She had to leave. She wasn't healed all the way, but she had to get out of here. Find something to do with her life besides sitting and waiting.

She flinched as a branch scratched her face from a nearby tree. She stumbled on the roots that hooked into the ground as sweat dripped from her temples. How long has she been walking? It felt like hours, yet the sun still hadn't set. Rustling of leaves from afar off silenced her thoughts. Crouching behind a bush, she heard the bustling of horse's hooves.

"I still can't believe this happened. I thought the Shades wanted nothing from us." A voice of one man said as though a whisper. "Can you believe what happened to Alician? She was the most powerful priestess we had." A sharp voice answered the first. A sudden gasp from Alician startled the men, as the bustling came to a stop. "Did you hear that?" The sharp voice man said, as he flew off his horse, his green haired pony tail flipping as he did. Alician knew this man. His name was Archoff, one of her commanders she put in charge. The other had normal brown hair, long, but short enough for a bob cut. His name was Charful, though everyone called him Char. "No. Did you?" Char said, shifting his weight on his horse. Archoff moved silently, bending his knees to make sure no one saw him. Alician sunk down deeper into the bushes. Good God, if they saw her, what would they think? Think she was a coward for running away? Quel' Andraeus was under attack, and everyone was dead! She had to go, so that she could come back and take back city that was once hers.