Zeravia's Five

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The wounded crow flew in, through the window of Tate's room, crashing into the wall as it turned back into the boy. He groaned, holding himself against the stone wall, a hand clutched at his side. He felt dizzy, everything around him spun like a merry go round. He stayed there for a minute, waiting until his blood flow reached a normal state again. His ripped up cloak fell to the ground as he flicked the light open. He heard someone clearing their throat behind him and froze up. Had he really been that reckless? Reckless enough to get caught. He slowly turned around, his eyes falling onto the small girl sitting in the arm chair positioned in the corner of his room. He waited, staring at her as she wore an amused grin. Her long blond hair put up in a messy ponytail.

"That's a neat little trick..." she said gesturing in front of her from the window to the wall he had previously crashed in from, "Who would've know that, you of all people, are Theodore's most trusted informant," her words caused the boy to frown at her.

He moved his hand away from his blood-stained shirt and took a few steps towards her. Tate's grey eyes staring down into the icy blue of Angel's irises. She waited a few seconds hoping she wouldn't have to explain anything to him and that he would figure it out.

"He was worried I had died when I stopped showing up..." Tate whispered to himself, reminding himself of what Theo had told him back in Turham. The girl smiled and leaned back into the chair, "He sent another informant... you," he said as he stood up straight again.

She lifted her hands up in the air and flashed her pearly whites proudly. She had been sent here as a spy. Now, looking at her, Tate felt like it made a lot of sense. Her carefree attitude, how easy it had been for her to go against the rules... of course it was easy when you hated the people ordering you around. She pulled her knees to her chest and sighed.

"I knew I liked you for a reason..." she said with a giggle, "None of them know do they? That you're theoretically betraying them,"

Her accusations made Tate's face scrunch up a bit, even though she was right, he hated how it sounded when it was put that way. He was simply doing what was right. How could he blindly support this kingdom after the things he had found out. After what he had gone through and seen. She looked away when she noticed the question had brushed him the wrong way.

"Sorry..." she whispered letting her head fall back, her eyes settling onto the ceiling.

The boy sat down on the bed and sighed, shaking his head. As much as he hated the fact that he had been dumb enough to be lied to, he felt relieved. The part of him that had been going through this situation on his own had finally found someone to carry the burden along with him. He looked up again and met Angel's blue eyes.

"What made you go against Zeravia?" The girl asked, tilting her head. He could tell she was ready to listen.

"You mean apart from the fact that they lied about a war and the reason behind it?" He asked letting out a soft chuckle, he shook his head, "Saints... where do I start?"

Two years ago.

"You're being sent out on an assassination mission Tate," William said as he handed him a small envelope.

He hated those missions... The first time he had been sent out for a mission like that he had felt happy... useful. A secret mission nobody was allowed to know about. William cleared his throat while the boy opened up the envelope and took out its contents. A picture of a young boy inside. He tilted his head analyzing it. In the past, he had never been sent out to assassinate a kid his age. His brows pinched together at the idea of seeing that mission through.