The Outskirts: The Rogue Knight (Jace x OC) BOOK 2

The Rogue Knight: 28

Cole blacked out almost immediately. Honor said he was fine, just exhausted, but I still worried.
Twitch and Minimus were departing. I ran over to Twitch and hugged him. "I'll miss you."
He laughed and hugged me back. "We'll see each other again."
"I know." I said. "It's just hard, you know? We've all been through so much together."
"Watch over Jace, okay? Your the only one he actually listens to." He said.
"I'll try my best." I said laughing.
I watched as he climbed onto his horse.
"Twitch?"
"Yeah?"
"Save your village."
He laughed. "I will."
He saluted me, and then they left.

          ~Timeskip~

On foot with some horses, it took six days to cross the distance they had traveled in a matter of hours as animals and mounted knights. By the time they reached the encampment, Skye looked more like her old self, and Cole looked more alert.
"Did you get her?" Brady cried, running out of a tent to greet us.
"We got her," I told him.
Behind Brady, Joe emerged from the same tent, a sword strapped to his side.
"She's dead?" Brady asked. "For sure? Did you chop off her head?"
"Morgassa is no more," Honor assured him.
Brady looked around at the company. "Where's the Rogue Knight? What happened to the other knights? Why is Oster back to normal? Why doesn't Minimus have his armor?"
The chattering questions made me laugh. He wasn't alone.
"You won't see the Rogue Knight again," Sigmund explained. "He and most of the other knights are gone. I'm Minimus, by the way. He survived, though."
"What about the old lady?" Brady asked.
"Callista died bravely," Honor said.
"Everybody keeps dying," Brady said.
I knew how he felt, but I wasn't sure how to respond. The deaths were hard enough for me to deal with—how was I supposed to help a much younger kid figure it out?
"Is the Rogue Knight dead too?" Brady asked.
"Not really dead," Sigmund said. "Just gone."
Brady paused, brow scrunched. "What do we do now?"
"That's the question," Skye said, dismounting
"We'll discuss all that soon enough," Honor said.
"First, let's get settled and see where we stand with supplies."
For the next little while, the former knights busied themselves about the camp. Some brought out food stores. Others claimed spare weapons and gear. I helped tend the horses. By the time he finished, Desmond and Joe were handing out breakfast.
I sat on a log and munched on a sandwich made from a biscuit, a thick slice of cheese, and a plump sausage. Once the food was distributed, Cole and Joe came and sat by me.
"The knights didn't need to eat," I noted. "Why so much food?"
"They had a lot for me and Brady," Joe replied. "They liked to be prepared. We have enough stores to feed all of us for a couple of weeks."
"We won't be here nearly that long," Mira said, taking a seat next to Cole.
She placed a hand on Coles shoulder. "How do you feel?"
"I'm fine," Cole replied.
"Completely fine?" I probed.
"My muscles are still a little sore," he admitted. "It's probably from riding tied to the horse for so long. I don't sense my power at all. Otherwise, I'm good."
"You were really wiped out for a while," I said. "I was worried."
"I didn't feel too bad right after the battle," Cole said. "I must have been running on adrenaline."
"You were probably in shock," Joe said.
"After we eat, Honor wants to talk about where we'll go next," Mira said. "Are you all right to travel hard?"
"Sure," Cole said.
Jace came and sat by them. "I wish Morgassa shook me up a little more," he said. "It would be nice to get to ride a horse."
"Jace!" Mira scolded.
"What?" Jace complained. "My feet hurt."
"Mine too." I said.
"It's okay," Cole said. "Jace is just mad his rope is dead again."
"Don't remind me." Jace groaned. "You saw how fast we won once I had my rope."
"There were a few other factors," Mira said.
"Not too many," I pointed out. "Jace was awesome."
"At least somebody gets me," Jace said, taking a large bite of his biscuit.
Dalton came over. "Honor wants to talk to everyone."
"I just sat down to eat," Jace griped.
"You snooze, you lose," Dalton said, popping his last bite of sausage into his mouth.
"You can eat while we talk," Mira pointed out.
Everyone gathered at the center of the camp in a loose circle. Honor and Sigmund stood in the middle.
"We have a plan," Honor said. "It's time to take our rebellion seriously. We've stalled for too long, mustering support, waiting for the right moment. The shapecrafters are unleashing too much mayhem. They, and my father, must fall before they destroy the five kingdoms. I don't know how many Morgassas we can survive. It's time for the Unseen to arise. And we must find my other sisters."
"Where are they?" Brady asked.
"Based on their abilities," Honor said, "we can assume Constance is in Zeropolis, Destiny is in Necronum, and Elegance is in Creon. As the oldest, Elegance is the most able to care for herself, and since Creon is the farthest kingdom from here, I suggest Mira, Joe, and her friends go to Zeropolis and find Constance. Desmond and Oster have volunteered to accompany me to Necronum in search of Destiny. Whoever succeeds first can move on to Creon."
"Brady will stay with me and my men," Sigmund said.
"But I'm almost taller than you!" Brady complained.
"You're not taller than my men," Sigmund told him. "Raul will remain with us to offer protection and training. We'll get the rebellion heated up here, then branch out to other king-doms. Without our changings, we're free to cross borders."
"What about me?" Skye spoke up.
"We deliberately left your path open," Honor said. "You're now the Grand Shaper of Elloweer. You're free to follow Callista's advice and visit Trillian or to do whatever else you deem prudent."
"I never aspired to be Grand Shaper," Skye said with little emotion. Though she seemed to have physically recovered, Skye had acted subdued ever since the fight with Morgassa. "I'm not equal to the office. I'm good with seemings, but I'm little better than an amateur when it comes to changings. I'll have to visit Trillian if I hope to succeed in my new role."
"You don't have to go to him," Mira said.
Skye shrugged. "Only if I believe in the revolution. And I do. The contest with Morgassa revealed my limits. A strong Grand Shaper could lend much support to the Unseen here in Elloweer. Though it makes me feel like a frightened child, I'll go to Trillian and learn what I can."
"Very well," Honor said. "Are there any objections to the plan we have presented?"
"No objection," Cole said. "But Kendal, Dalton and I will also be looking for our friends. Especially Jenna. Otherwise, we'll help Mira, like always."
"Understood," Honor said. "We'll do our part to help you succeed."
"Can't I go home?" Brady asked.
"Not yet," Honor said. "Maybe not ever. At least not to stay. Once you've been to the Outskirts, Brady, you tend to get drawn back in. We'd send you home if we could, I promise. Your best hope is the Grand Shaper of Creon, who is in hiding at the far side of the five kingdoms. For now, you'll have to accept Sigmund's protection and remain in Elloweer. You will not be forgotten. I'll do all I can to get you home."
"We're looking for a way home too," I said. "We won't forget you if we find a way."
"Okay," Brady sighed.
"Anything else?" Honor asked generally.
Nobody spoke.
"Then I suggest we stay the night here," Honor said. "We can split up and travel in the morning."
As the group dispersed, me, Cole, and Dalton followed Joe.
"Tell me about Zeropolis," Cole said.
Joe smiled and shook his head. "None of the kingdoms are like Zeropolis."
"Are you excited to go home?" Dalton inquired.
Joe paused. "Zeropolis is the kingdom I came from, but it isn't my home. I'm from Outside, just like you two. Before all this, I lived in Monterey, California."
"Really?" I exclaimed. "Why didn't you say that before?"
Joe shrugged. "Never came up. I'm not big on talking about myself. But it looks like our fates are tied together. Can't say I mind. You kids are pretty remarkable."
"Have you tried to get home?" Dalton asked.
"Sure did," Joe said. "With a vengeance. I made it back. Didn't stick, though. It's like they say people forget you, and you get sucked back here. Brutal combo."
"Do you think we can find a way to get home and stay there?" Cole asked.
"Believe me, I'm just as interested in that as you are," Joe said. "I've never spoken with the Grand Shaper of Creon. It would be worth a shot."
"But first we go to Zeropolis," Dalton said.
"That's the plan," Joe acknowledged.
"How is Zeropolis different from the other kingdoms?" I asked.
"In Zeropolis, shaping is used largely as fuel," Joe said. "It also gets used to produce building materials. In some ways, they've surpassed the technology we had on Earth. Zeropolis makes the rest of the Outskirts look primitive. You'll see."
"You don't sound excited to go back there," Dalton observed.
"It's the least friendly kingdom toward the rebellion," Joe said. "The Grand Shaper of Zeropolis sided with the High Shaper. He's his right-hand man. Plus, I have . . . personal issues. I volunteered for a mission that took me away from Zeropolis for a reason."
"Why?" Cole asked.
For a moment, Joe looked very weary. "It's a long story. I'll fill you in sometime. On the bright side, Zeropolis has many conveniences you won't find elsewhere in the Outskirts, and Iknow my way around there. We'll talk more later."
Me, Cole, and Dalton spent the next few hours scouring the camp in search of gear they might need. In the end, we had more than they could carry. After stashing it in a tent, me, Cole, and Dalton sat down on a cot.
"You okay?" Dalton asked Cole. "You still don't seem quite right."
"I'm trying," Cole said. "You guys felt your power. You've used it. Imagine if suddenly it was just completely gone."
"I'd hate that," Dalton admitted, and I nodded.
"Plus, that whole fight was horrible," Cole said. "I really felt like I was dying."
"Me too." I said with a shudder.
"We were almost goners," Dalton agreed.
"I'm worried it's just going to get worse," Cole said.
Dalton smiled. "Then we'lI just have to get better."
"You're right. It's all we can do. I wonder where Jenna is right now." I said.
"Hopefully, she's a slave in some really boring place with a really boring job," Dalton said.
"I hope so too," Cole said. "But based on everything I've seen so far, it's probably not true."
"We'll find out sooner or later," Dalton said.
I nodded. "We'll find her. Or we'll die trying."