"Absolutely not," Hazel says as I stare at Shavanti. I can see Hazel's blonde hair bouncing round in the corner of her eye as she shakes her head violently. Meanwhile, I study Shavanti.
"Deal." Both women swivel their head to face me. But I'm frowning at Shavanti, deep in thought.
"Jade-" Hazel begins but I cut in.
"We need her."
"She's not trust worthy."
"I'm so not trust worthy," replies Shavanti, corners of her mouth pulling up.
"Not helping," I growl.
"See? Why would we want her on this plan? Think this through Jade!" Hazel shouts. Luna starts to cry and Hazel sooths her again, while waiting for my answer with a steely gaze.
"We need this way in. Plus, with her, it has a way better chance of working out...with less casualties." Shavanti's head tilts to the side, eye's sparking with curiosity but she stays silent.
"Jade, this isn't just you and me you're putting on the line! There are families, friends. Just because you have nothing to lose right now doesn't mean other people are going to willingly lay down their lives for you alone!"
"Mother dead, one person I deeply loved, dead. Father, dead to me. Friends, dead. I get it ok Hazel! But this fight is beyond just me and everyone knows it." Hazel glares at me
"For the record, I don't agree with you."
"But..." I draw the word out
"Ok, ok. But if this bi-" Excitement floods through my veins and I grin in victory. This was our chance. I collapse on the soft grass, patting the ground for them to sit as well.
"Ok so let's talk through this plan."
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The night is cloudy, blocking out the stars and the moon. The dark presses onto me, smothering me like a blanket and I instinctively reach out, for Ida, for Hazel. I almost laugh. Of course they aren't here. No one is. I stare upwards. It's the night before.
The Night before The Day.
I remember this night before.
That was The Night before Everything Went Wrong. The clarity of the memory is stunning.
I had followed Ida outside. The light sleeping is a curse. But I'm glad I know when she's awake.
"This is the fifth night this week," I say, breaking the silence as I sit next to her.
"You don't have to come," she replies, voice wavering. I glance over, concerned and find her fighting sleep which won't come.
"Of course I do." The answer comes easily.
"But you don't. I'm not worth losing sleep over." Tears balance on her eyelashes and it takes everything I have not to reach over and wipe them away. I reach over and hug her tightly instead, resting my chin on her head.
"You are worth everything. And I will stay up every night for a week if you do. But I'm worried, you need to sleep." I say, truth hanging from every word. She rests her head on my shoulder and I feel warmth spread through my body. I traces lines on her arm and she shivers. I feel like I've won.
"You're scared aren't you," I whisper. She presses against me as she answers.
"Maybe I am." Suddenly her face is before me, leaning towards me, green eyes a question. I don't hesitate to answer. Her hair is silky in my hands, skin warm and soft. I want to get closer, closer. And when we finally break away, foreheads pressing against each other, my life clicks into place. It's beyond perfect, it better than everything and anything I could ever imagine.
This gives soulmates a whole new meaning.
Silent tears run down my face and I swipe at them. The memories pains me and fills me at the same time. I bite my lip, let out a deep breath, running my cropped hair. It's getting longer now, shaggy and wild. Hazel will need to cut it tomorrow. I can't have it distracting me. I sigh, swipe at my eyes again and rise.
Tomorrow will be one hell of a day.
Sorry a bit of a short chapter but next chapter is going to get good! Also, my goal for this story is to hit 1K by the end AND WE ARE SO CLOSE OMG. So please, recommend it anyone if you have time. It would mean the world to me if we hit it!
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Fantasy"I came here for one reason and one reason alone. To kill the king and take his kingdom for my own. " ------ Vreca has one mantra. Control. Over other countries, over food and its people. But especially over women. In a world where women are deemed...
