Six Rulers

11

Chapter 11

Clowance

"WAKE UP!"

Instead of waking up, I flung out a fist, catching someone in the stomach. They fell back with a squawk. I heard a thud.

"Don't expect me to be sympathetic," I grumbled. "Now sod off."

"CLOWANCE WAKE UP. SEBASTIAN STAN IS HERE."

I jolted awake against my will. "WHAT."

"HA! You're awake." Olivin smiled, showing the gap between her front teeth. "C'mon. Get up."

I flopped back down to where I was lying, which I promptly realised was Sage's legs. "Why do I have to get up?"

"Do you want to do stuff?"

"Not at the present moment, no."

Olivin grabbed my arm. "Clowance, c'mon. I really need your help with this."

I groaned, then pushed myself off of Sage. "Alright, fine. But this better be good."

"It will be." She smiled again. "Now help me with Sage."

—

"You want to what?!" Sage exclaimed.

"I want to attack Dylos." Olivin stood ramrod straight. She looked like she hadn't slept; dark circles had taken up residence under her big blue eyes.

"I get that he's-" Sage started, but Olivin cut her off.

"Look, Sage. I know he's your brother and all, but he fireballed my castle and killed 89 of my soldiers. I want to A) get back at him because he's acting like a douchebag, B) figure out what in Death's name is going on with him, and C) get my friend back. If you don't want to help, that's fine. I know Syric will."

"I have no questions. Count me in." I stood and stretched, thinking about coffee. "The griffins needed to be flown today anyway."

Sage sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. I could tell that she was actually debating this. I would be upset if I had to go into battle against my brother too. (not that I had one, but I got where she was coming from.)

Finally she looked up at Olivin, who was standing with her arms wrapped around herself. "I'll do it. But I want you to know that I don't want to hurt him. I will not hurt him. That's all you two and Syric."

"Okay." Olivin moved toward Sage, putting her hands on the other girl's shoulders. "I get it. But it means a lot to me that you're doing this. Thank you."

Sage smiled. "Thanks, Liv."

"You're welcome." Olivin pumped her eyebrows. "So. Next course of action: Syric. I've gotta text him, then figure out when this is going to happen."

"I propose Thursday." I said.
"Random," Sage arched an eyebrow. "Any reason why?"

"Maybe it won't feel so Thursday-ish."

"Valid."

Olivin looked up from her phone. "Syric's in. He said he's free every day exept Thursday. He's got a meeting or something."

"Well there goes that plan," I muttered.

"Wednesday's good," Sage said.

"Wednesday it is then." Olivin turned back to her phone, typing furiously.

"...did we just schedule a battle?" I whispered to Sage.

She nodded. "I think we did..."