I spent the whole day there. The warriors trained day and night, they had shifts for training. The first batch got in from morning to take a break at lunch then back at it till the sun set with the other batch clogging in when the sun set. I found myself closing my book to watch them and it was truly a sight to see. My body itched to try all they were doing but I had to hold myself back for who knew how they would react. I was just counting down the hours, so excited to get to my room and do all I had observed. My photographic memory made it so clear for me when I recalled how something was done. The smile on my face was bright, seeing as if something was finally happening for me. I understood why most of the men were like beasts. Their training was demanding, it was as if they were training animals. My eyes went even wider as I watched with time passing. Some ran away and I heard they were running climb the mountain. In my head I was recalling that long mountai

“She is a witch; she wants to kill us.” One shot. “She was laughing, she wants to kill us all in this pack. First Sandy, who is next, who is next?” Another came through, the crowd roaring. “She is a witch, look at her, what more evidence do you need!” “I say burn her!” “I did not do anything.” I kept saying over and over again, my voice drowned by all those that were screaming and shouting, shouting for my blood. “I did not do anything.” “Burn her, burn her!” “Burn her.” “I DID NOT DO ANYTHING!” I screamed with my ears left ringing where I was. I was held by two warriors, their nails digging in my skin for it to heal and break again. Their grip was firm, sure my skin would be left bruised an

Hours passed with more and more bodies fetched and all in all they made three large piles. The weeps never stopped, going lower only to pick back up. Those that fainted were taken away. I was curled on the window frame, silently crying and wiping my tears away, sure my skin was painted black with how much I had been crying. I did not want to go down and upset everyone even more, not that the guards at my door would let me. The beta had also turned at that point to his person form and it was good to see him but I hoped it was under better circumstances. When all the bodies were retrieved the king said a speech to the people as they wept even harder. He just made it all official that those people were really dead and that there was nothing they could do than send them away. To my utter horror, oil was poured on the bodies and they lit the fire tree bark to throw it on the bodies with them set alight. I had never seen anyth

“Where are we going?” I asked with my voice low, looking up at the beta. He was so tall and so muscular; he could just crush me with his bare hand. “Breakfast.” He simply said back as I stood where I was. The doors of the flying machine opened and I stood there, not moving. He walked out and took a couple of steps to stop and turn to me. I shook my head. I was not going there. That was where my problems began in this castle. What if they all stood up and left again? I was not doing it; I was not doing it. My hand was already pressing on all the buttons in the flying machine, the doors closing but the beta was fast, sticking his hand in with the doors re-opening. He strode in, no humor on his face as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out. “No please, I am not allowed there.” I shot out with the beta snickering. “This is your castle; you are

“Are you insane?” “He is your king Brum, not mine,” I stated as he dragged me out of the dining room. “Are you hearing yourself?” “Yes Brum, can I just be bitter in peace please, let me be bitter to the man who is just peeling my heart apart with each day I see him. Can I have that?” I asked turning to stare at him. “Me being a good luna doesn’t mean I have to kiss his ass.” I pointed out the facts as I turned, walking to the front door. I had not been outside in a long time, I missed it. “He will kill you.” The beta stated. “So be it.” I shot back at him. “This is stupidity.” “I call it freedom,” I said back with the beta shaking his head. “What have I done.” He cried out,