ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏꜱ

Chapter 6: Cazzlyn

"You know, I wonder what life would have been like if Castilla didn't die," she admitted. "Maybe I wouldn't be such a rebel,"

"Rebels are hot," Cedar teased.

Cazzlyn rolled her eyes. "Say that again and you'll be in a tornado,"

Cedar giggled. "Like you would do that,"

"How did you become a rebel anyways?" she wondered as she fixed the stray hairs from her face due the sweat that beaded on her forehead from her earlier battle.

"Betrayal," he admitted. "I used to be in the upper class,"

"Hm. I thought you would've gotten betrayed by one of the rebels, not one of the upper class men,"

"That's always what people think," Cedar sneered. "You've never lived in the upper-class,"

Cazzlyn felt sorrowful after that. "That's cause I never got the chance to, Cedar," She traced her finger over her sorrowed and worn down bow. Cazzlyn had been gifted it by her older sister at age eleven for her birthday.

"You were born a rebel, Cazzlyn. You never-," Cazzlyn caught him off. 

"Ah, so you're having a pity party now?" she clenched her jaw angrily. She stood up shakely and walked to the only place that gave her comfort. The sky. The stars were perfect tonight. 

"I-No, Cazzlyn, I-didn't mean it that way! It came out too harsh and-" she didn't hear the rest of that, she was already up on the highest tree in the forest.

She looked up at the moon and tears immediately started flowing from her eyes. I wish you were still here, Castilla. You would know what to do. You always did. What should I do? It's my fault your not here,

"Well, you're still here, aren't you?" Castilla's voice echoed in her head. "Hold on, just for a little longer. For me."

"Under the girl who loves the night sky, hidden by the whisper of the wind, there shall sit a spy. She shall be twined by the kind,"

"Cazzlyn! Cazzlyn!" she snapped out of her trance when she heard Cedar's voice from below.

"yeah?" she called. "I'm coming,"

She climbed down from the tree and she felt a cold breeze go up her body out of nowhere.

"You alright, Cazz?"

She nodded weakly. "Just seems a little cold,"

' They walked back to their camp fire and Cazzlyn nibbled on her food weakly. The only thing she could think about was the prophecy. Especially that it was told to her in her sister's name. That was supposed to be dead.

Under the girl who loves the night sky, hidden by the whisper of the wind, there shall sit a spy. She shall be twined by the kind.

She had practically memorized the prophecy already, and some of the facts had disiphered. Under the girl of the night sky was her obviously. But, what did the whisper of the wind part mean?

"Cazzlyn, you there?" Cedar asked, his red hair looked greasy and dirty from their earlier fight.

"Yep, definitely," she lied. "Totally." She fidgeted with a leaf as she could feel Cedar's gaze on her.

"Did you get the prophecy?" he asked gingerly.

She looked up. "How did you know?" she began to rip the leaf up into multiple tiny pieces.

"I was warned about this," he admitted as his gaze traveled to her eyes. "Castilla did,"

"Castilla knew about this?" she scattered the tiny pieces across the log. "And she didn't care to mention it to me?"

"I-she thought you would be better not knowing about it," his eyes trailed off to the side before making eye contact again.

Cazzlyn felt her heart sink. She would've done anything for her sister. But now? The only thing she felt for her was envy. Envy over love.

"You knew THIS whole time and you didn't care to tell me?" she shouted angrily.

"I promised Castilla I wouldn't tell you until you get the prophecy, or your seventeenth birthday,"

She impulsively kicked rocks in his shoes. "You've kept a secret from me for almost thirteen and a half years?" she swallowed back a cry of anger.

"I'm genuinely surprised I didn't slip up," he murmured. "But-."

She sighed angrily. "I have some things to take care of," she glared at him dangerously. "Without you." Cazzlyn flicked her hands and disappeared into her newly formed tornado.