Hey everyone

So here comes the next chapter. I can't change the lenht of them if I wanna update every week, because (as I said) this is translated and the original story isn't finished either (far from it) Enjoy!

It's been so good to see Cery and Harrin again. Since the Purge they had often met in the bolhouse of Harrin's father, just to be together like in old days.

Of course Jonna didn't approve of this revival of their friendship, but as long as Sonea didn't get in any mess, she agreed. And so far she stuck to this rule: When all the guys at the Purge began to throw things at the magicians, she just went searching Jonna and Ranel.

„Hai Sonea! That guy there looks strangely at you! I think he comprehended, you're not a boy.", Cery laughed. Sonea didn't bother about said man near the entrance. Here in the slums everyone stared at everyone as long as they wanted to.

„Let him, if he doesn't have anything better to do. Harrin, I think your dad's calling."

As Harrin saw the look on his father's face, he jumped up. „See you tomorrow. I gotta help him, if not Gellin won't let Donia live here one day longer.", he said and disappeared in the crowd.

Sonea chuckled. Since Donia's mother had lost her job, Harrin' girlfriend lives at his and they were always afraid that Gellin would send her away, if they didn't do what he said. As if he'd kick her out of the door! Even if he didn't show it, Harrin's father was a good man and could never do something like this.

Lost in thought she stared at the table until Cery disturbed her. „Could we go upstairs? We need to talk."

He lead her up the narrow staircase into a room diverted from the corridor.

It was one of the bigger rooms for the richer guests (not that there were many), who just passed through Imardin and needed a place to sleep. Sonea regarded her friend suspiciously. What was so important to talk about, that they had to be left alone?

Cery sat at the edge of the bed and suggested her to do the same. Sonea sat down and he took her hand. „Sonea, I... I've got something for you..." With his other hand he rummaged in his pocket and gave her a small wooden figure. She looked at it with surprise: She recognized an upright standing animal with large front teeth and a bushy tail. It was a Ceryni. „Oh, Cery! Have you done this yourself?" Instead of answering he bent down and kissed her.

Sonea was too shocked to react.

Between Cery and her had never been such feelings, yet they had barely seen each other the last two years. Maybe something had changed for him. Has anything changed for me? This certainly wasn't the best time to ask such questions because Cery's face had reddened and he hastily stood up, heading for the door. He can't just stop now. Sonea thought longing for the warmth of his lips on hers. She jumped up too, but suddenly the door was pulled ajar.

a sunburnt man with a broad face stood in the doorframe. Sonea needed a moment to realize that it was the man who observed her before. The man used this few seconds to make a fist and abruptly Cery fell to the floor as if something had hit him on the forehead. What was that? Magic? Was this a magician?

Now the man turned towards her, but Sonea stared in horror still at Cery's motionless body.

Leaving him there was out of question, but to help him, she'd have to get past the magician. Doesn't matter, I gotta get to him.

Sonea wanted to take a step towards him, but before her was a wall, invisible, but sensible. Then something hit her back and pushed her forwards (the wall had disappeared) and no matter how hard she tried, there was no escape.

Suddenly he unsheathed a dagger and ran the blade across her wrist. Pain rushed through her arm, because the knife was extremely sharp.

She tried panicking to wrest from his grip, but now the magician laid a hand on the wound and she felt dazed. It was as if her panic was benumbed and every move seemed to be impossible. She drowned in a sea of nothing. Yet the worst was, that the nothing faded just like her life-energy. Just emptiness was left inside her. I gotta can do something! I've got to help Cery! Sadness reigned her thoughts. She mourned her best friend (or even more than that?) who had to die the same pointless death as she herself. And she grieved even more for not knowing, what to feel for him.

Suddenly a few flashes of bright light broke through the emptiness and filled the nothing with magic. Sonea knew by instinct that it was magic. Nothing other could have make her felling so powerful. This discovery delighted her for incomprehensible reasons, maybe due to the fact that her last action was to rebel against the magicians by breaking the rule, that magic was only available for the nobles. And together with this happy feeling a sheer amount of power left her body in form of a force strike.

Don't forget R&R

From now on it'll get captive XD

See ya next week