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Chapter One: Fail:
"TARRANT!" Kila cried, screaming her heart out. She was watching her best friend-her only true love-die on a magic screen, and she was too far away, too weak, and too trapped to help. She sobbed brokenly. This couldn't be happening! Yet it was all a waste-she couldn't even see his face through her tears. How sad. She screamed again as pain racked her body, and she blacked out.
She awoke in the same prison she'd been trapped in for months. She had no idea how long, or how long she'd been unconscious. Something was nagging at her-something was wrong, she sensed. Wouldn't she feel empty and lost, if Tarrant really had died? And the spell-something was off about that, too. Something fake-and she realized if they broke her with that-that-vision, they could get whatever they wanted from her! So Tarrant could possibly be still alive! She had to escape-go find him. He was the only one left who could help her-she couldn't succeed without him. She sat down to meditate, praying she wouldn't hit her head on the low ceiling, and scolding herself for wondering why she still prayed if she was a goddess. Things like that distracted her and made her head hurt, and she needed to focus.
"Kila! Go!" she called to her twin sister. "Go safely!" she continued, still fighting, and, letting herself go limp, she allowed herself be captured so Kima could escape. They fell for it, believing she was Kima, and they would hold her hostage while her sister warned the White Queen, and hopefully got word to Tarrant.
Time to go. She gathered all the strength she'd been secretly storing deep within herself, the power of belief that came from those that believed in her, or believed in imagination, anyway. She melted the bars and twisted herself into a pretzel-no power there, just flexibility, she mused, dropping to the floor and standing. She projected an illusion in front of herself so no one could see the real her and would only see a high-ranking soldier patrolling the area. She was well aware her power was low, and she had little time.
Kila went straight to the room where they'd taken her at first-no one was awake at this ungodly-turned godly-how ironic-hour of the morning. She gathered her things, changed into her Phoenix Warrior outfit, grateful that her captors had mended and cleaned it for her. She leaped straight out the window, and, summoning and instantaneously using the last of her strength, pictured the White Queen's Castle in Underland, and let the longing to be there fill her heart and entire being as she wished. Moments later, she was gone, and no one the wiser. Until the Lord woke up just hours later, somehow knowing something was amiss...
Hahahaha! I'm so evil, aren't I? Truth is, I have to get offline NOW or I'll be grounded and won't update tomorrow! Sorry for the short chapter, but I really have to go now! Hope you like-please review! Later!