Exile

Part 25

Cindie felt somewhat betrayed. She thought that Dimitri might have finally stood up to his father, but she was wrong. He was still being manipulated by the King and his guilt traps. Italzi told her that he was probably sent by the King to capture them. Cindie felt sad again. Every time she thought about the King and Dimitri it made her sad. It made her think about how Dimitri could be without the King. How they could be without the king? Dimitri was a prince, and Cindie was the daughter of a baker. Them together was more impossible than trolls saying "thank you", seeing as thank you isn't in their vocabulary. Just how 'Cinditri' isn't in the King's.

Seeing Immi and Atlas reunited was sweet but also made Cindie's heart yearn for something they had. Maybe they're best friends, but they're bound to end up together. Anyone could see. Cindie just wanted that.

"Hellooooo, Cindieeeeee," said Immi.

Cindie jumped a little. "Sorry, I was zoning out," she sheepishly stated.

"It's quite alright, it happens to the best of us, my friend."

"Cindie," began Atlas, gaining her attention. "I think we should just get to Wellingworth as soon as possible. I think if we don't stop at all, we can make it there by dark."

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Cindie agreed.

Cindie and Immi played fun games to pass the time like "I spy", rock, scroll, sheers, and many more.

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A few hours later they arrived in Wellingworth. Immi was, indeed, right; it was a nice little village. Finally, they found a hotel they could stay in, and there was coincidentally a potion shop that had the elixir Italzi needed.

Alana went to the market and bought every type of food possible. Cindie went to an artist's shop where they had many paintings from local artists, and Immi and Atlas went to the kid's shop (for Immi, of course) to look at all the games and stuffed animals. Cindie felt that all was going to turn out fine, somehow, being caught up in Italzi's situation and all.