Atlas raced after the guy in the cloak. He was fast, but Atlas was faster. He lunged for the guy and pinned him to the ground. The rest of the group caught up and Atlas took off the guy's hood.
"Dimitri?" everyone asked simultaneously.
"Surprise," Dimitri groaned.
"What are you doing here?" asked Italzi, suspiciously.
"Tracking you."
"Great, at least he's honest," remarked Alana.
"Are you here to kill me?" asked Italzi, ignoring Alana.
"Technically," admitted Dimitri.
Italzi groaned, "Here we go again. Look, Dimitri, I could kill you right now, but I'm not going to."
"Why is that?"
"Well, one because I'm feeling nice, and two because you can help us. We need to know everything about your father, and who better to help us than his son?"
"I'm honored you think my father and I are close, but we're not. So can't help you out there. But, I do want to join the gang."
"Whattttt," whispered Alana to Immi. "Plot twist if I ever did see one," she elbowed Immi. "Am I right?"
"Why?" questioned Italzi, "You'll just kill me in my sleep."
"That does sound like me, but no," said Dimitri. "I'll swear to it."
"Like swear, swear to it?" asked Italzi.
"Yep, if I swear to it on my life, I'll die as soon as I break the promise, on one condition."
"Which is?"
"The promise is I will not kill you while I stay in your gang. Deal?"
Italzi contemplated it, "Fine," she agreed. "Do it. Now."
Dimitri cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "I, Prince Dimitri, swear on my life that I will not kill Italzi Dolor while I am in her company."
The air felt heavier with the promise just sealed by fate.
"Okay then, Dimitri," sighed Italzi, once again pinching her forehead with her finger and thumb. "Welcome to the team."
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Exile
FantastikI wrote a "book" with some old friends, starting in 7th grade and completing it in 8th. It tells the tales of an exiled girl on a mission to overthrow a horrid tyrant, with accomplices, situationships, and an enemy who may not be what people think.
