Chapter 13 The End?

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I wake up on a rock shaped like a bed, and rock walls surrounding me. Bars line the one wall, to keep me in. Walking up to the bars I see all my friends in cells. but Mikro is nowhere to be seen. I drop to my knees crying, “It's all my fault,” I say sobbing. Eclipse and Luna try to comfort me, while everyone else is saying it's their fault not mine. The room goes quiet. The sadness soon drains from my body and fills with rage. A guard walks in front of my cell and stops. “ I guess you want your little bag back, welp you wont get it,” the guard says as he starts chuckling. My face turns red with anger, then a launch at my cell, putting my arms through the holes and strangles the guard. “You bit-” he tries to hiss out, gasping for air. But soon he turned pale. I loosen my grip and let go, but he just falls to the ground.. I grab my bag from his pale hand, sliding it through the crack. I look up to see everyone looking at me. They seen it all. Ten more guards run downstairs, to see their friend passed out on the ground. They look at me then their friend before grabbing me out of my cell, and start pushing me up the stairs.

They bring me to the throne room where I see the queen sitting upon the throne. “Well, Well, Well? Isn't it the trouble maker that has been making my life difficult,” the queen says, squeezing the glass cup in her hand until it breaks. The shards of glass go flying, as she dust the shards off her hand. She looks at me with an evil glare, then winks at me. “Now. What shall we do with you…?” she says, as a door opens and someone walks through. I look at the person that came through the door, I recognize them but who? It hits me. I realize who it is… The guy I bumped into in the market. He made eye contact with me, and he realized who I am. The queen looks at him, then tells the guard to chop off my head. I'm locked eyes with him, and nothing can faze me. Then they walk out of the room, and I realize what's happening. The guards drag me to the stage, while a crowd gathers below.

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