"I tried to get between them but there is only so much a single person can do and since the others were out hunting I was out numbered." Amur told Cyra as he glanced into the small room where Catra lay.

"Anu can handle the trials...I trust his judgment above all others." Cyra responded with a nod as she leaned against the wall "I never expected anyone to straight up attack her. I may can understand the suspecion they have but never should they have let their emotions cloud their judgment."

Amur's eyes narrowed at this "Stop blaming yourself for this...You didn't order the attack. and I have never seen you actaully lose your temper like that...I mean I am pretty sure that you broke his ribs with that punch." Amur stated, earning a sigh from the queen.

"Amur, go tell Anu the full extent of her injuries...Then have Anuk come here to take a message to Angella from Bright-moon. I think I need her advice with what my next move should be." Cyra ordered softly although her nephew didn't offer to move.

"You sure you're going to hold up?" he questioned, earning a nod.

Cyra watched as the healers went to work, their magic filling the room with an eerie glow as odd specs of what could only be described as red electricity periodically jolted around the girl's body.

"What is causing that?" she asked one of the healers who was nearest to her.

"There's some kind of charm placed over her...I can't describe it any other way but I've never seen anything like this in all of my cases." the healer's answer caught Cyra off guard.

"So you can't undo it? Do you know what kind of charm it could be?" Cyra asked, eyes narrowing as she watched as Catra's face suddenly contorted as though she was in pain.

"No and No. I'll send a report to Anu and the elder mages, maybe they would know? To bad your mother isn't here...She would have known."

Cyra flinched at that but sighed.

"Yeah but unlike her, I never cared much about visiting Mysticor...and without an ounce of magic I'd be useless there anyway." Cyra answered before adding "Is the bleeding slowing?"

As soon as she got so much as a nod of affirmation Cyra turned and left the room, expression twisting into a snarl.

Catra didn't recognize where she was, although it seemed familiar—a long dark blue hallway with tiled flooring. She could smell something floral nearby, something else that seemed so familiar even if she could not give it a name.

Where am I? She wondered, glancing around—noticing that the walls seemed to grow larger and longer suddenly. What is this place? How did I get here? Moving along the hall she found a room that stood open—decorated with what seemed to be ancient furniture and bookshelves that towered over her.

"What are you doing in here? I swear you're curiosity is going to get you in trouble one of these days." A male voice—Deep but mellow laughed from behind her, however as she went to turn around she felt a wave of pain shoot through her body.

Sitting bolt upright, hissing at the pain the sensation of something stabbing into her stomach Catra glared around the room, only to relax when the memories of what had happened earlier that day came flooding back.

"That was one weird dream." she muttered, falling back onto the overly soft bed as she let out a huff of annoyance "Weirder than my usual ones."

what was that place anyway? And who was that man? She wondered, sighing before shoving the pillow over her face, muffling the groan that came from her throat. Now I am even more confused...First I have nightmares as a kid that I could never remember when I woke up—although I would be sobbing and now I dream of places I've never even lay eyes on. I think I need to tell one of these healers to check me for brain damage.

She wasn't sure how long she had lay there, turning that strange dream over and over again in her mind when she heard a voice coming from the hall.

"Did the spells work?"

Her ears perked up at that, making her wonder just what it was that the healers had done to her while she was sleeping. Maybe it's their fault I had such a crazy dream to begin with? She thought, althought that theory died when she heard another voice respond.

"Yes, she will be pretty sore for the next few days because of the extent of the bleeding but she's out of danger and everything has pretty much healed."

that must be the healer...and that first voice sounded like Cyra—sort of—although her voice sounds kinda strained. Catra thought, expecting not to hear anything more but to her surprise the door to her room opened.

"I see you're awake. How are you feeling?"

Catra tried to sit up, only to give up because her torso still hurt too much.

"Like I got hit by a drifter at full speed...I thought their spells were supposed to heal me, not leave me unable to move." she grumbled, earning a chuckle from the woman who came to take a seat beside the bed.

"You took quite the beating today, I think it's a good thing you're too sore to move since there's no chance of you re-injuring yourself." Cyra retorted, earning a growl.

"Oh great...not only did one dumb decision mark me as a traitor but now I'm stuck on bed arrest." Catra retorted only to hear Cyra let out a snort.

"You're not marked as a traitor, dumb-ass. Only I can do that and I literally watched you and Amur for a while...You seem to have a lot more patience with children than you do anyone else." Cyra retorted, her tone holding a bit of a teasing tone before she added more seriously:

"What those three did this evening was unwarranted and against everything that we as a people stand for and I assure you, they will be judged and judged harshly for their decisions tonight."

A heavy silence manifested itself into the room after that—the events weighing heavily on both of them for different reasons.

Why is she willing to defend me? I am literally no one but a former horde soldier. Catra wondered, not daring to just outright ask since she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.

It couldn't be because they actually care.

"Do you realize how fucking badly that would hurt her? By the roar Anu, can you people see my point here for once? Do you think I don't want to know?"

Catra awoke to hearing Cyra saying—or rather hissing.

"You think that she doesn't question everything? That she doesn't wonder of such things? Besides I am sure she is bright enough to figure out what a fitz is and do you honestly want her to think you, of all people didn't want her to know?" Anu's voice stated in a tone that Catra—despite the fact that she was sure she had nearly driven the man crazy during lessons—had never heard him use.

"you think I haven't thought about that? I've heard enough...I'll tell her in time...When she is well enough to deal with it. Last thing I need is to send her into shock or cause her to hurt herself in some way." Cyra growled out before turning and coming back into the room only to freeze when she noticed that Catra was awake.

"You heard that I presume." Cyra said, her voice adopting an emotionless tone as she sank back down into the chair that Catra assumed she had occupied the whole night.

"Yeah I did and what is he talking about? What is everybody keeping from me? I'm not an idiot...I know that there has always been something up—especially since people keep throwing around the word scion whenever they think I can't hear? I mean...I have no idea what the hell that means but..." she trailed off then because a hand suddenly ran through her hair.

"I promise I'll tell you everything when your injuries are healed. I just am not sure about how to even tell you so at least give me that much time to figure it out."

Catra wasn't sure what stunned her more, the touch or the almost pleading tone that Cyra's voice took on.

"Fine. At least then I can leave if I need to." Catra muttered in response, earning a sigh.