Jacen
I heard Ella's call. I've got to resist.
It had been three weeks since I'd been enslaved to Grindelwald. Already, I'd been forced to quiet rebellions in Bulgaria and Norway, countries that already had been overthrown by the Angel Mafia, as it turns out the whole thing was called.
I was standing against the wall as the new Supreme Leaders of Germany, Norway, Sweden, Iceland, Switzerland, Bulgaria, the Ukraine, Denmark, Belgium, and Austria began to chat with the three leaders of the Angel Mafia.
Grindelwald smirked knowingly, and a sense of dread filled my stomach. I didn't really have a poker face, which made things about ten times worse than they could've been if I'd had a straight face.
"Thank you for that enlightening discussion." Grindelwald glanced over at me and a lump rose in my throat. "I however have other plans to attend to."
"Of course, Lord Grindelwald." The supreme leaders all bowed before exiting the lounge. Grindelwald then walked over to me.
"You've made contact with your sister, then?"
"Yes." The word slipped through my lips before I could fight it.
"Contact her, and don't inform her of the plot. Ve'll drop you off where ve can use you to our best advantage." He exited, and I nodded, and bowed.
Ella? It all felt rusty and distant from the lack of contact in the last few weeks.
Jacen! Hold on, we'll rescue you.
Thanks, Els.
No problem. W-
I cut off the connection, having done the bare minimum, and I slid down the wall as my legs collapsed beneath me. My hands shot out to catch my fall, and my eyes began to burn with tears.
It wasn't fair! What made me so important that I had to live to do the dirty work of Grindelwald in particular? What was so special? I didn't want to hurt my sister, I didn't want to hurt my friends, I didn't want to fight for a cause I didn't truly believe in.
"Come along, Little One," Morgana stood in the doorway. I didn't rise, since I didn't have to obey her. Any bit of defiance was satisfying on my half, since I didn't have many other choices.
"Come now." I resisted despite the menacing undertones.
"I think I'll stay here, thanks." I hugged my knees to my chest.
"Don't make me sic my apprentice on you," she drawled, a hand on her hip that was glittering with odd jewelry.
"Apprentice?" I raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that what resulted into this mess, according to you guys?"
"This is different," she claimed haughtily. "But since you insisted. . . Speil!"
"I'm coming, Milady." The voice of a young girl about my age or younger had come from a particular bracelet of Morgana's.
I raised an eyebrow and waited as the minutes ticked off until a girl with dark hair and eyes like a thundercloud entered the room. Her presence made me fear for my very life.
There was no soul in those eyes, I could tell that much already. Only intense hatred could be gleaned from her indigo eyes. She wore only black robes and a bracelet that matched Morgana's.
"You must be the other apprentice," she sneered. "Yes, the Lady told me all about you and your evil ways. Good that you finally get to see what good truly is."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"The Spark is evil! They have corrupted the Ministry, and they will kill us all because we have different ideas! Don't you understand that?" She shrieked.
"Because killing off muggles is wrong." I cocked my head to the side. Was she really that racist?
She now looked confused, and looked over to Morgana. "H-He's wrong, right? W-W-We protect muggles, right?"
"Yes, we do, Speil," she assured her. "This boy is spreading nasty lies."
Her face hardened. "Then he must pay."
To be fair, I should've seen it coming. I screamed as she conjured a Crucio beyond what I'd ever felt before. I wanted to die right then, I swear I did. It danced across my skin, and I saw that soulless look on her face... That had to be one of the most terrifying things I'd ever seen.
"Good. Now get up, boy!" Morgana barked. "We have work for you."
I stood out in the snow, waiting. I would go with my sister, and then the real fun for them would begin. I hated this, I hated being stuck, I hated having no control anymore.
Ella
Finally, I landed right where he was. He was standing alone in the field.
"Jacen! You escaped!" I cried as I ran over to hug him.
He was stiff in my arms. "You shouldn't have come."
"Jacen, what are you talking about?" I was confused. "You replied to my call, I thought you-"
"Look, I can't tell you everything," he said, his golden eyes focused onto me. "But please, leave me behind, please."
"What happened?" Who was this person in my brother's body.
"I-I-I-"
"Well, guess what? We're taking you anyway," I decided. "Come on guys, let's load up." I pulled Jacen along, and he went at least somewhat willingly with me. When I dragged him into the cockpit, though, the first thing he did was shove his wand into my hands and have me tie his hands together behind his back.
"Why do you need me to do this?" I asked, looking up at his face when I did it.
"Just trust me, Els." He wouldn't look at me as he said it.
"Fine," I grunted, and I got ready for the journey back home. "Did you ever find out what happened to Tip?"
"I don't know."
