(A/N: Hey guys! I decided to post a Maxon POV because I wasn't quite done with the third chapter. Here's a treat for continuous positive comments... Here are my replies to the reviews. These may only be few but I appreciate them with my whole heart.)
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"America!"
I was about to run to her when my mother pulled me back. "No, Maxon, it's too dangerous!"
I was forced to stand there, watching my America get dragged away by two rebels. A pack of gurads entered in position.
"Hold your fire! You might hit her!" I shouted.
Once they disappeared, a new group of rebels surrounded the area.
"Fire!"
I grabbed three guards rather quite roughly, "After this, go find Lady America in the woods."
"Yes sir."
"Fire at will!"
The rest of the ladies ran as I countered orders to the guards. I was sweating. What would happen to America?
I let the thoughts be cast aside. First, I needed to get rid of these rebels.
"Fire!"
"I'm sorry your majesty. We'll just continue the search tomorrow, deeper through the woods."
"Very well, thank you."
The three guards bowed and left. I paced my study. What if she was hurt, or tortured, or safe but lost deep in the forest.
What if she was dead?
I mentally slapped myself. No. America's brave. She can't be dead that easily. There's still a chance she got away and ran. Maybe she'll be back in the palace by herself in no time.
Who am I kidding? We were dealing with Southern rebels. They wouldn't second guess in killing innocent people.
"Maxon," I angrily told myself. "She's still out there. Stop whining and get back to work!"
The search took about a week. This time I joined my guards in the heart of the woods. We rode on horses. We were calling, shouting, searching for America for about two hours.
"Your Majesty!"
I turned around and saw Officer Reid holding up a piece of cloth. It was ripped off from America's blue birthday dress.
It was covered with blood.
I went closer, going down my horse. I grabbed it and stared at it for a long time. I slowly began to feel my knees weakening. I slowly knelt down, letting the fallen leaves and dirt touch my pants.
"I'm sorry." He patted my back and returned to the group, telling them to stop the search.
We rode back to the palace and at the same time, I told the girls what happened. They tried to look shocked and concerned. At night, I didn't eat dinner. I stayed locked in my room. I sat down on my bed.
I let the tears come out of my eyes.