See You On The Other Side. . . (Eret x OC)

Chapter 7

(A/n: This is a big chapter guys)

Sky POV

TW: Mentions of weapons, slight gore, death, mentions of war, cuts, mentions of depression

I'm practically bouncing with excitement when I get back to the palace. Phil is posted outside my door, but he doesn't know what Eret gave me. Yet. I plan on telling him and a few other friends about it when I wake up in the morning.

I check my pocket to make sure everything is still there, and then I hide it all under my bed and change into my nightclothes. Tomorrow's going to be a big day; it's the day where my parents announce the draft results for the war. There's going to be an uproar, but we'll have to keep it under control.

I slip under my covers, sleep coming easily. These past few days have left me at peace, making it easier to sleep. The only thing that's bad about that is the nightmares.

"Where are we?" I call out. The room Eret and I are trapped in seems to be empty except for the two of us, and there's a window three quarters of the way up the wall. However, the wall is around forty feet tall.

"I have no clue," Eret tells me. "It looks like a dungeon of some sort."

"Well, you're right about that," a new voice calls out.

I stiffen, turning towards the new voice. As I come face to face with the person, I can already tell who it is from their outfit, the stern look on their face, and the powerful demeanor they hold. I'm currently standing in front of Eret's dad, the king of Lylesburg.

I glance at Eret, who shrugs. All of the sudden I'm pushed to the ground, and there's a sword at my throat. I'm afraid to speak for fear that my throat will get sliced, so I begin to tap in morse code like Eret and I used to do all the time. 'What's happening-'

"Don't think I don't see you tapping there," Eret's father says, sword inching closer and closer to my throat. "And since you asked what's going on, I figured I'd teach my son a little lesson about being rebellious," he laughs. "And what better lesson than to kill his best friend, the person he's not even supposed to know, in front of him?"

"Dad, no-" Eret starts, but I cut him off.

"It's okay," I tell him. "It's okay."

"Say your goodbyes," Eret's father tells us. "I'll be back in two minutes."

As soon as Eret's father leaves, Eret explodes into protests. "How is this okay?" He yells at me. "How is it okay in any way, shape, or form? My father is about to kill you just because we shouldn't have met in the first place!"

"Eret," I say, shaking. "Look around. There's nothing we can do to stop it. We don't have our weapons, and there's no way to get to that window up there. Please don't fight fate. I can't have you getting killed too."

"Please, Sky," Eret begs, tears streaming down his face. "I can't lose you." He wraps his arms around me in a tight hug, swaying slightly.

"I can't let you get hurt," I tell him. "This is the only way."

"Time's up!" Eret's father walks in, pushing us apart. "Any last words?" He holds his sword to my throat.

I hold up the pin of rebellion that's on my shirt, looking directly at Eret. "It's in your hands now," I tell him.

And with that, the king's sword slits my throat.

I wake up gasping for air, and the first thing I notice is Phil on my side. "Are you alright, Sky?" He asks. "You were screaming in your sleep."