Adrian's perspective:
I wasn't scared. Not in the least. If I were killed, no one would care. Sure, my father would 'mourn', but he would be more nervous about his reputation. So no, I knew I had to do this, and I wasn't scared. Okay, maybe I was. But only a little bit.
Dimitri's perspective:
Once when we were thirteen, Shay killed her mother. We had been at the park with six others, and nineteen different Strigoi captured her and two others. Me, and the other five children, had ran to the officials to explain what had happened. Immediately a search party was dispatched. They returned, three days later. Shay had been clinging to a handheld, silver axe. She had told me she had killed her mother, who I knew to be Strigoi, with tears down her face. She was the first ever thirteen year old to kill a Strigoi. She told me that she wasn't proud.
Shay's perspective:
"Hello. Fancy meeting you guys here. Long time, no see." I said in the darkest voice that I could muster.
The Guardians stood side by side, all with stake in hand. And they bought a Moroi. Suddenly, the most intense pain I have even felt shot through my side. A silver stake was buried deep within my ribs. I pulled my lips back in a savage growl. In a second, all the Guardians were around me, tying me to a log. I raked my nails, snared my teeth, but nothing would stop them. They pulled back to let the Moroi through. He had a stake in hand. I recognized him instantly. Adrian Ivashkov. But it didn't matter who he was. It only mattered that his spirit-infused stake was now buried in my heart.
