Of Sun and Shadows ~ DarklingxOC

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-Dᵢₛₜᵤᵣbₑd

3rd POV (again. I'm sorry)

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"You heard me, let's go, get in."

The Heartrender, who she had earlier learned is named Ivan, held open the carriage for Alina, his demanding demeanor as hard as stone as two First Army soldiers released their grip on her and pushed her forward.

"No. There's been a mistake, I need to find Mal," Alina said with a disdainful look.

"The General does not make mistakes," he said, slowly walking up to her. "His orders were to get you to Little Palace immediately. Now Get. In. The. Coach."

"Everyone makes mistakes," Alina retorted. "Look at me. Do I look important to you?"

"You look like trouble. Which is nearly the same. Move-"

"Wait. Malyen Oretsev. He's in the medic tent. I need to speak to him," she commanded. "I'm going to speak to him."

Alina starts to walk off, only to be grabbed by the Ivan. His blood red kefta rustled at the sudden movement.

"Listen to me. Every spy in the area will soon hear what you did, and our enemies will come for you. Our only chance is to get you to Os Alta, behind palace walls, before you get killed. Come on." With that, Alina was pulled away, forced into the carriage. 

She held little surprise for the girl covered in a blanket, seemingly out cold. All she could focus on was getting out and getting to Mal.

The carriage moved with a start as the horses started galloping away. It was only when they passed the medic tent and saw Mal did she she start making a ruckus.

"Mal!"

"Alina! No!"

Mal started running after them, his new limp clear for everyone to see. Alina desperately tried opening the door, trying to  find some way to him.

"Alina!"

Through the hard wood of the carriage, Mal more heard muffled yells of his best friend.

"I didn't know!"

"Alina!"

"Mal!"

No matter how hard he tried, Mal was no match in speed for the carriage, especially with his injured leg.

Back in the carriage, Alina let out silent tears. The camp was slowly disappearing behind them. One could say her normal life was now disappearing behind her too.

As her tears slowed, she finally examined the people in the carriage with her. Two corporalki sat across from her, and a girl, sleeping away, was at her side.

"This is Fedyor," Ivan stated, obviously forced to introduce his friend.

"Pleasure to meet you."

Alina fidgeted with the red coat she was given.

"They call this a kefta. It's bulletproof. The uniform of the Second Army," Fedyor said, his thick accent laced with kindness, unlike the other Heartrender present.

Alina traced the scar on her left hand, distracted by memories of old.

"What about the Fist Army? Back in Kribirsk. A thousand soldiers marching with us. Isn't that safer than this?" Alina asked, head shooting up.