Blaire's Pov
"You are still here?" A familiar voice interrupted my thoughts and I raised my head. I feel disoriented as I look around, trying to figure out where I am. I am still sitting in the swing, with it swaying back and forth. Looking up at the sky, I realize that the sun is sinking into the sky in a brilliant mix of colours very quickly. I turn my eyes to the owner of the voice but am unable to see the face very clearly. Still feeling very lost and confused, I peel my eyes off the person and focus them on my laps. "Tell me you left earlier and came back." Jamil exclaimed then whistled as he came closer and picked some leaves out of my hair. "No, you did not. Did you turn into a tree for a while then?" My eyes finally clear as they settle on him. My eyes fill with tears as I recall what I had just seen. "Hey! Hey! Are you okay?" Jamil questioned, alarmed at the tear drop that rolled down my face. He covered the distance between the door where he is still standing and the swing. Reaching me, he holds me in his hands, rubbing his hands over my back rhythmically. "I'm alright." I try to say but it comes out as a choked cry. I cannot overcome the horrible thing that I saw just now. Jamil looks down at me with compassionate eyes and for a moment, I think about telling him what I had seen then thought better of it. It might just be a random nightmare. Sure, it came in the middle of the afternoon and from the looks of it, had kept me busy for the better part of the day but I had been stressed out these past couple of days which would explain it. I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply. When I opened them again, my eyes were much clearer and my heart, clearer. "I'm fine." I repeated, my voice much calmer and clearer. Taking in the scene, I noticed Ulo being his usual self, standing by the door, staring at us with an inscrutable look in his eyes. I looked up at Jamil and sighed, knowing I had something coming. His ginger coloured hair is spiky and his eyes look tired, his vest hugs his chest tightly, still wet with sweat from his having exerted himself all day. I try to ignore but he reeks of dried sweat and grime as well. Stray water runs through his hair, down his face before slipping through the tiny stubs on his chin. "Aren't you supposed to go rest or something?" I muttered, hoping he would take the cue and let it go but I had no such luck. "We were supposed to do that until we saw you sleeping out here in broad daylight with your head swaying back and forth very dangerously." I swallowed but did not volunteer any information so, he continued. "Now that we are all here, we have to talk to you. About your dangerous escapade from last night." I sighed in exhaustion. "Haven't we gotten past that already." I muttered halfheartedly. I had been telling the two of them about Indrik's situation in there when we had been interrupted by the arrival of that woman. I had thought they had been bought over but the opposite was apparently the case. "No, Blaire. Ulo, come over." He waved, when the latter would not move from his perch by the door. "You see, Blaire, you tend to be rather impulsive. While what you have done might have been good, it was also incredibly dangerous. Have you thought about what could happen to you if you were caught?" "I don't care." I snapped. "All that matters to me is caring for Indrik. He does not deserve any of these. Why am I the only one that sees that?" I cried indignantly. "Come on, B. Of course, we see and we care for Indrik too. We just have to be careful about what we do to avoid getting him into much more trouble. You know there are people who would gladly call for Indrik's head if you are caught bringing him supplies, don't you?" Jamil continued and I shook my head as I jumped out of the swing. Too fast, I learnt too late. Having been seating in that seat for hours on end, my legs had gone to sleep and so, the sudden weight on them was like suicide as I crumbled to the floor with a cry. My right leg was the first to go with a very awaful twist. "My gosh, Blaire. Are you okay?" Ulo finally spoke as he appeared before me in a flash and helped draw me to one of the benches as he knelt to take a look at it. He twisted it a little and I cried out in pain. He turned to look up at Jamil who had joined us. "You think it’s a sprain?" "No, it isn't." I groaned, slapping his hands away as I tried to rise again only to collapse once more with an even greater cry. "You should relax and let me take a look at it." Ulo muttered softly as he picked my leg up again. "Don't think you are going to get me bedridden so I won't be able to go see him tonight." I warned, referring to the injury about as much as I was referring to the men before me. "How about you allow us help you then?" Ulo muttered to which Jamil's eyes lit up like a hawk's. "What are you talking about, Ulo?" He asked, his voice heavy with disbelief. "I'm saying," Ulo turned his upper body so he was looking at him, "since we can't dissuade her, how about we help her instead and prevent her from getting into trouble?"Blaire's PovJamil did not like the idea of us breaking the rules because despite the fact that he was the most outgoing of all four of us, he also happened to be the most rigid. Weird combination, right? But with the two of us on his case, he had no other choice than to join us in our prison raid. I had returned my mother's bunch of keys before she would notice they were gone but that was only after I had removed the keys to the dungeon. With their help, I had been able to secure more supplies which was more extensive because Jamil insisted I bring a gift or something as an act of goodwill to the other prisoners. According to him, bringing something for one prisoner, especially when it was against the rules, would make the other prisoners mad which might make them pick on the prisoner or worse, report the prisoner just to spite him. The simple cure to that, is to bring something for them as well. They would be pleased with the thoughtfulness and voila, all would have been saved a lo
Indrik's PovI had been hoping that Blaire would take my advice and not return. So, what if my fellow prisoners had made their threat good and informed the guards? They had no proof to show that it really was her who had come. I could easily have convinced the council into buying that it was someone else. At worst, they would have worsened my punishment but at least, she would have been saved. But all of that went flying out the window or in this case, iron door as I looked up at Blaire, her tender face framed by the flickering flames. "You shouldn't have come!" I groaned, knowing that there was no escaping the clutches of the prisoners now. Obviously, I was not the only one who realized this as they all started to speak at the same time. As expected, they had all made illogical requests. Like asking me to help break them out of prison or to help them speak to the council to offer them some leniency. Like I would be here if I had that much power. I told them as much and they had pai
Blaire's PovHaving treated Indrik's back, I handed him a jar of water which he gulped greedily. I grimaced as I watched him. He had never been one to joke with his belly and now, he was restricted to eating only once in a day? Keeping this in mind, I had packed lots of energy food like legumes and whole grains. I watched contentedly as he gulped them down. Soon, he was done and he grinned his thanks. A fuzzy feeling consumed me and suddenly, all of the stress was worth it. "I'll just go attend to the others." I muttered half-heartedly. Even in the semi-darkness, I could see his eyes grow darker but I had to, for his sake. Picking up a sackbag, I headed out. Reaching the first cell that was not his, I was hit in the face by a horrible stench. A mix of dried sweat, rotten food, and a whole lot of other things that I felt much more comfortable not thinking about. "Hey!" He drawled and it took everything in me to not kneel over and puke all over his face. His breath stank like rotten
Ulo's PovI stepped away from the door, my heart simmering with rage. I wanted to punch something, rip something or just cause damage. I hated myself for having let her go in alone. What was I thinking, letting her go into that dangerous place all on her own. Sure, she would have wanted to see Indrik but I should have gone with her. Maybe then, whatever had happened wouldn't have. Seeing her like that l, so weak and vulnerable got me feeling so mad and useless. If only I knew who had made her feel like that, I would have gone to them right now and hacked them into a million pieces. "What happened with her?" Jamil asked, gesturing toward the shut door. "I don't know!" I snapped, starting toward the backdoor. I wouldn't be able to sleep now. All my tiredness and exhaustion from earlier had vanished in the wake of my anger. "Come on, Ulo. Not you too!" Jamil groaned as he came after me. "Something definitely happened in there to shake her up that bad. What....""Listen, I don't know,
Luna's PovI was going crazy. Or, that was how my mind wandering aimlessly made me feel at least. Never in my life had I been this holed up. After the breakfast turned interrogation session, I had remained in my room doing nothing other than sleeping and thinking, none of them doing me much good. I had managed the entire day inside my room and now, I felt I was going to go out of my mind if I did not get out. A major reason I did not want to go out was because of the two people that were just waiting to hack off my head. That and the fact that I was still a very unliked stranger but eventually even those were not good enough. I looked out the window and saw the moon glowing not so brightly overhead and thought about going out to the backyard. However, I had barely opened the door when the three friends came bustling in. I was in no mood to get into another fight so I simply stepped back into the room however, before I could shut the door, I noticed the usually very composed Blaire lo
Luna's PovMy ears must have grown beet red with the amount of blood that rushed to my face from the embarrassment of being caught spying. I had turned my back on them to take in more of the environment and now, I couldn't bring myself to come face to face with him again. What would I tell him? I had sneaked after them to avoid dying from staring at my room walls all day and night? They were going to have me hanged without a doubt. "Luna, it is you!" He repeated like I hadn't beaten myself up enough and I desperately wished the ground would open up to swallow me whole. I imagined the two men glaring at me with hatred and felt the blood pounding in my ears. I jerked when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around slowly wishing that I could just turn invisible. "What are you doing out here this late at night?" He questioned and I noticed with relief that he did not have a resentful look in his eyes. "I don't know. I just stumbled here, I guess." I tried to sound uninvolved but t
Blaire's PovI woke up feeling rather disoriented, a feeling that was becoming more and more of a norm with me. I blinked as I sat up on the bed, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. It took about fifteen seconds for the memories to come rushing in. I looked at my hand where that man had grabbed me last night and shivered involuntarily. The grime was all gone as were the bruises but I could still feel the clammy hand on my arm, pulling me against my will. Sunlight streaked in through the open window and I moaned in pleasure, glad to be reminded of my freedom. I got out of bed and saw my image out of the corner of my eyes. The sight was enough to make me draw closer to take another look. My hair looked like a snake had made a nest on one end and an eagle on the other. Sometime in the night, they had discovered each other and had an epic battle which left me looking like, well, take a guess. I brushed my hand through it absentmindedly until I heard a faint knock on the door. I ignor
Blaire's PovI paced around my room worriedly as I tried to remember if I had cleaned up after myself yesterday. I remembered opening the doors to the dungeon and Indrik's cell but I could not remember if I had shut them before leaving. I ran to the small bedside shelf and opened its lowest drawer. In there, lying peacefully was the bunch of keys that opened the dungeon. I almost exhaled in relief when I realized that the keys could be removed without locking the doors. If I by any chance had not locked the door after me then, Indrik would be in trouble without doubt when the guards came for patrol. The fear of Indrik getting into more trouble courtesy of me was a horrible weight that was pressing heavily on my shoulders. What made it even worse was the knowledge that I could not go to confirm it, not now at least, without making everything worse. Much worse. I was still pacing anxiously when a knock came on my door. I panicked, wondering if Indrik had already been caught and they we