A Broken Promise
By: FMA4EVER
Disclaimer: I do not own GOT!
Isabel
I open my eyes and find that the Immortal looks a bit shocked.
"I knew she would do something like this…" Lorain says aloud as he rubs his temples.
"Alright, they are in the past from what I can tell and because of your last vision. Ethan told me about it and I assume he is somewhere in the 1600 to 1700's," Lorian explains.
"Let me find him," I say firmly. "It was my mission and he went for me. I should at least go and bring him home."
"No," Lorian replies forcefully.
"No? Why? I rescued him before and I can do it again!" I yell.
The Immortal meets my gaze and suddenly I feel dizzy and need to sit down. I start to fall backwards, but Matt is there to catch me. He places me on a stool that Lorian made appear and I already know that this is one of Arkarian's stools that he made as a boy.
"Please my lord. Let me find him," I plead with my head down.
"No. Arkarian and the Tribunal, including me, knew that this was your mission, but we also know that an Order member wanted you. We did not know why and even though I questioned my sister's intensions, we were still going to let you go. But at the last minute, Arkarian demanded that you should not go. He knew someone had to, so he went," Lorian explains.
By the time the Immortal finishes, tears hit the back of my eye. His disappearance was all my fault. I shouldn't have let him go. And now…we don't know where he is or what sort of condition he is in…. and it is all my fault.
"For now Isabel, I need you to stay home and continue your normal life. We don't want the Order to get suspicious. I will do all that I can to get my son back and your soul mate…" Lorian finishes as a tear falls down my cheek.
Arkarian
I open my eyes and find that I am now in a dungeon and I am chained to the wall. My wrists are chained above me and my ankles are chained below me. I try to move, but my body aches too much and it hits me hard.
I take a deep breath and begin to choke at the strong stench that hits my nostrils and the back of my throat. I try not to vomit, even though there is nothing left to vomit. I already did that earlier.
I look at my surroundings and find hay and a few rats and their droppings. I try to speak, but my voice is very hoarse.
"Is anyone there?" I ask.
Silence.
I close my eyes and try to remember what happened last.
Wyatt told how much he hated me for taking Isabel and….Isabel!
How could I forget? I need to contact her. To make sure she won't some looking for me. I want her to let me die, so that she can live and defeat Lathenia along side with the Named.
Suddenly, the door opens and I "play dead" for a bit. I hear footsteps and suddenly, someone kicks me in the ribs and without my arms to protect them, they break.
I groan and open my eyes to find Wyatt staring me down.
"What?" I ask coldly.
"I need you to contact Isabel," He replies.
"Why?" I ask with my thoughts perfectly screened.
"So she will come to me," He says seductively.
"Over my dead body," I hiss.
He slaps me in the face and then punches my stomach.
"Contact her," He orders.
"I'd rather die than leave Isabel with you," I say before I cough up blood.
"Fine. Have it your way. I had to ask," Wyatt says while walking away.
"What are you going to do?" I ask before he completely disappears behind the door.
He looks at me and smirks, " I will get her here, Arkarian. By all means necessary…"
TBC
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Sorry this chapter wasn't too long, I'm tired and still have a ton to update on!
