Justen POVThe village was quiet, you could hear the wind whistling through the trees and houses. I sat, looking out towards the forest. My eyes felt heavy and I had a consistent headache. I hadn’t slept at all last night. I had spent weeks scouring every book I could find. I still hadn’t been able to find anything about finalising the bond. I was beginning to feel a little helpless, which was a new feeling for me. Vivian was on my case like you wouldn’t believe. Which was no help to anyone. She was stressing me out. I hadn’t been able to feel anything from liberty since she was taken. I wasn’t sure if she was, drugged, dead or too far away. That knowledge sent Vivian into a fit. I hadn’t seen her in such a state before.“Have you found anything? Anything at all?”“No, I looked all of last night. I can’t find anything”“We need to find the answers to the bond. We are running out of time to find them and save her”“Can’t we just save her and find this all out later?”“No” Vivian yells.

Justen POV.She sat across from me at the dining table sipping her tea. Happily chatting away about this and that. The little sparkle in her eyes had returned, and I couldn’t be happier about it. She was finally returning back to the happy and confident version of herself. The one that lit up the room every time she entered. Vivian was on my back about the bond. She had gone back to her usual self now liberty was safe. I guess her guilty feelings had dispersed since everything seemed to have worked out. I had been avoiding the finalisation of the bond. Which was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Considering she acted like she wanted it and would pout when I turned it down. She really would be the death of me. Those gorgeous eyes always silently begging.It wasn’t that I didn’t want it. I could just feel things in her had shifted since she returned. She was very open about what happened, how confusing it was and all the things she had seem. The girl had a gift for explaining her

We stood at the edge of the town. It had taken days for us to find it. From our position you could see everyone moving about in the distance. You could hear their gentle chatter. I was nervous, I felt like I could throw up. I swore I was shaking from all the anxiety flowing around in my body. All I could think about was how badly it went last time I talked to them about Charles. Justen and I made our way to the stage in the middle of the town. While Vivian stood guard. No one took any notice of us; they were all too busy going about their own lives. As predicted no one else was around, apart from the towns people. I took shaky steps up the stairs. I can do this I say giving myself a silent pep talk. We get into position.I concentrate on my memories bringing them forward. Pushing them out of my mind and into the air around us. They danced in the air like a projection. Playing the stories of the lost for all to see and hear. The sight of their fragile and damaged bodies came into full