America's POV
The cold breeze blew through an empty space between two wooden boards and dried my tears. I delicately shoved Aspen's lifeless body and propped him up as if he was sitting. After I had my arms securely wrapped around his chest I pulled him towards the door.
When I finally reached the tiny treehouse's exit I was already sweating. But my determination drove me on. I climbed down the ladder and stood on the ground. Reaching up to slowly inch Aspen's body toward the edge. I pulled until he was hanging halfway out of the treehouse.
Suddenly my foot slipped and I fell backwards, hitting my head on the ground and bringing Aspen down with me. His body thumped on top of me and I gasped from the weight I rolled him off of me, choking from simultaneously laughing and sucking in air.
I lay there and laughed, in shock. Aspen was dead. The Prince of Illea had killed him. I stopped chuckling after I realized that no matter what, Prince Maxon was going to pay for what he did and I was going to do whatever possible to make that happen.
Note From Author:
Sorry it's SOO short but I am just barely posting again since
the last time I posted was like Feb. 2016. Soooo. Yeahhh.
Hope you like it. Sorry if it's really confusing right now.
Everything will be explained eventually.
:) / Tigress012