A/N-74 days 'till 'Terrier' (the next TP book) comes out!
Disclaimer-Me no owns no character you recognize.
QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ
Three times a day, at regular intervals, the door opened in Kalasin's rooms. It was the same thing, in two ways: always bread and water, and always Kaddar.
She had no idea of how long she had been there. Days, weeks, months, time had no meaning. She was positive that drugs were in the bread, but she had to eat it to survive. The drugs made her feel mellow. She never wanted to attack Kaddar and break out of wherever she was. She just wanted…nothing. She wasn't happy, but she wasn't sad either. It was like her emotions had disappeared.
She was hopeless.
QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ
Something wasn't right, but Kaddar couldn't put his finger on it.
Why would Kalasin run away? She knew that this was for an alliance, an alliance they needed badly. Kalasin wouldn't just throw away everything she was meant to be.
Or would she?
Not knowing if Kalasin was all right, or even alive, Kaddar felt hopeless.
QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ
Daine brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, annoyed. She, Numair, the monarchs and all of the most important people in the realm were stuck in a tiny little room, with only a small window for air.
They were there to discuss the 'Kalasin problem'. It was given the utmost security. No one wanted to think about what would happen if commoners found out about this problem. They would think Carthak as a blood enemy, and rebel until the king declared war.
They had discussed many theories on what to do, though none had worked overall.
If they declared war, then chaos would pursue. They had just gotten over the Immortals War, and the Scanra War was closing in on them. They couldn't afford any more casualties.
If they just forgot about it, then certainly all of their problems would disappear, but so would Kalasin.
If they approached Carthak on the matter, they might think that Tortall was planning a war.
But there was one solution, and everyone knew it.
Just no one wanted to do it.
Someone, or some people, would have to get into Carthak, find the princess, save her, and return to Tortall.
It sounded like it came out of a book.
If they were caught, who knew what would happen. Kaddar would investigate and accuse then of trespassing. They would be thrown in jail. If they just walked in openly, questions would be asked.
Questions were bad.
So, in that tiny room with one window it was decided that someone would have to sneak into Carthak.
And that person was to be Daine, since she would change into small animals and sneak in.
They were all happy at the choice of who was to be the one in Carthak, since it wasn't them. With the exception of Daine, of course. It was a big job she had to do.
And she felt hopeless.
QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ
Lukiem grinned wolfishly. His spies had reported that long meetings were being held. It was working, his plan to destroy Tortall.
Lukiem had a reason to hate Tortall, and everyone knew it.
He just didn't tell anyone why he hated Tortall.
But for now, he was happy.
Happy, indeed.
QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ
A/N-I know it's short. Don't kill me. This was a challenging chapter. I included everyone's POV, and no talking. Either way, I hope you like it!