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Chapter Seventeen

Glory felt it when the soldier finally hoisted her off of his shoulder and let her fall to the hard, what seemed metallic, ground. Her eyes had been closed for the most part, since she was knocked out from struggling too much and Mable ordered to shut her up. Now that she had another knock to the torso, her eyes were open again, and she blinked. She looked around with her lolling head and saw that she was sitting down in a metal room, or tin cage. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of metal. Cold metal that made her shiver. She looked up at the open doorway that stood just at the wall opposite to where she sat.

There were no lights in the room, other than the pale glow that the doorway let in from behind. Mable stood in the doorway, alone, still cloaked. Her long black hair dangled down over her shoulders and around her face like a curtain. She glared at Glory with an evil grin and her head tilted slightly downward, which made Glory more freaked out, Mable's expression likely to give her more nightmares. Mable held Glory's sheathed swords in her hands, which made Glory's hands clench into bruised fists. Glory tasted blood in her own mouth from where the soldier punched her, and she took the opportunity to spit it onto the floor.

Mable scoffed; disgusted. "Sometimes I forget what a barbarian you people are."

"And I never forget what idiots you royalists are." Glory said, blowing hair out of her face.

"Did you really think that I would just let you get away from here that easily?" Mable asked, her ghostly echo radiating through the whole room. "After what you did to me?"

"Yeah, well." Glory hesitated, and dropped her head. "Do you know how many nightmares and day terrors you left me with? A single day doesn't go by where I don't regret what I did. I'm sorry, but it was either the boys, or you. And you chose you. We were traveling opposite paths, Mable."

"Perhaps." Mable looked down and examined her nails. "Speaking of which, how is my brother and Ember?"

"Better, now." Glory spat. "Although, they still knew who's side they were on even after you took them away from me."

"From you?" Mable shrieked, dashing forward and grabbing Glory by the shirt collar. "They were my family to protect, never your's." she glared at Glory so fiercely that Glory would've punched her to get away, but her hands and wrists and legs were tied tightly by thick ropes. All she could do was grunt. "They were mine, or nobody's."

Glory shook her head. "If you were their real family, you would support them no matter what choice they made, and you wouldn't have turned your back on them both and decided to obliterate them."

"They shouldn't have chosen to stay with Elves!" Mable screamed, slapping Glory across the face.

Glory grunted in pain and winced at the sting. "And Ember shouldn't have chosen to stay with humans, but then he wouldn't have gotten where he is now if he hadn't, and I wouldn't want that."

Mable let go of Glory's shirt collar, letting her slouch back against the wall. Glory glared at her as she walked back over to stand in the doorway. Mable turned and stared at Glory, right in the eyes.

"He belongs to me and my mother." Mable sneered, making Glory clench her teeth in anger. "And you belong in hell, Warlock."

"Guess I'll meet you there then, since I clearly live longer." Glory muttered.

"Oh, you won't live much longer-" Mable looked down. "-I'm afraid."

"Because?" Glory raised an eyebrow, still trying to ignore the stinging feeling in her cheek. "I'll bust out of here, no problem."

"You won't make it in time." Mable's face was emotionless, and Glory knew she didn't care at all. "See, you are being kept here on this ship, this metal ship that's taken careful precautions not to let a skinny rat like you go free. I designed it myself."