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Chapter 16

I grabbed the boy's arm to stop myself from collapsing. In the small, dimly lit room, I could see the small figure of a skinny young girl.

"...Gisa...?" I breathed. The figure moved, staggering to her feet.

"Mare?" She whispered, her voice hoarse but still recognisable. A sob escaped my mouth and I stumbled forward, pulling her into a tight hug.

"I've missed you so much... I thought you were dead..." I muttered in her ear. Squeezing her tighter, a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Can't... Breathe..." Gisa choked out and I released my grip. I wiped my tears away and stepped back. She laughed, then doubled over, clutching her hip. The boy, who I'd forgotten was even there, rushed to her side, pulling her up.

"Are you all right, miss?" He asked tentatively.

"I'm fine, Amias. Really, you can let go," she said to him and looked up, smiling warmly at him. I coughed awkwardly, and they looked back at me, Amias' cheeks turning pink. It surprises me that he still has blood flowing in his body...

I shook my head and pressed my knuckles into my temples.

"This makes no sense, Ca-" I started but then stopped, swallowing the lump in my throat. Cal. I didn't want to think about him, it hurt too much. He still thought that I was better off with Maven. Why does everyone think they know what I want? I pushed the thought away and put my focus back on the present.

"I was told that you had been killed in the last rebel attack when you had tried to rescue us," I said.

"I guess you could say yes and no. I thought I was dead because I woke up in this dark cell. I couldn't see anything. The next day, I woke up and found Maven standing in the corner of the room, lamp at his side." She paused and took a breath. "He told me that he just wanted one thing: information. I didn't tell him anything and he didn't force me. He left and came back the next day, still with the same request. Every day it was the same. Until Evangeline. She came and threatened me, but I still refused and she hit me. It was quite civil of her, to be honest, and I was surprised. Maybe she wasn't permitted to torture me. But I started getting fewer meals until they eventually stopped coming." I'd told Cal to not come back, but was I sure he could keep that promise?

"Amias, where is everyone?" I asked.

"I... I don't know. The alarm started ringing and all the guards just left," he said anxiously.

"Do you know why the alarm went off?"

"Well... I overheard one of them say something about an attack." My heart sank and my stomach twisted into a tight knot. I could feel my ribs tighten around my lungs as I backed away slowly, grabbing Amias' arm and pulling him with me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to Gisa and ran.

"What are you doing?" gasped Amias as he fought to keep up with me. I ignored him and ran. I don't know where this new found energy had come from, but all I could think of was how stupid they'd all been. Evangeline knew this was going to happen, just not when. That's why she had been so quick to lock me up so that even if they'd made it past her defences, they wouldn't know where to look because nobody knew where she had taken me. She knew that they were going to come back for me. She knew about Cal's visit. She had known all along. And Maven... I didn't want to think about where his loyalties were. I threw the doors open and rushed to the gates, the hem of my tunic flapping in the wind.

Amias stiffened beside me as the gates creaked open, revealing the bloody battlefield. I could hear him gag, but it was distant as my eyes fell on the body that lay limp meters away from where I was standing.

Kilorn. He's dead.

Somebody grabbed my arm and shook it vigorously, but I barely noticed that and I stepped forth, making my way across the pile of bodies. Some were in the guards' uniform, some not. I fell to my knees, stroking his hair away from his face. The strands were stuck together by dried blood. His eyes, the usual spark in the green gone, were wide open. A tear dropped down from my cheek and onto his. My hands, shaking uncontrollably, reached down to shut his eyes. He didn't deserve to die like this.

Anger burned through my whole body, replacing the sadness I'd felt a moment ago. I arched my back as far as I could, and let out a blood-curdling scream, lightning striking the sky with my fingers digging deep into the dirt. I didn't care what it took, and I made my vow right there.

That I would make them pay.