And it all Went Wrong

P A R T | 12

IT WAS A MAZE, and Thorne was lost. Completely and utterly lost. Sure he had his moments where he was 'lost', but they were never literal. He'd never not been able to find his way around. Never. Unless the time in the desert counted, but Thorne blamed that on him being blind. If he had been able to see, he would have gotten them to safety in no time. Or at least, that's what he liked to think. He liked to think he would have saved the day.

But he hadn't.

He was staying close to the walls, far from where he assumed the throne room was. He would hate to bump into the princess while he was trying to innocently escape. It would ruin the innocence of his actions, and he'd seem like a fugitive.

Oh, wait, he deadpanned internally, rolling his blue eyes.

He drummed his fingers against the sides of his legs and blew out a long breath. He had to stay focused, with his eyes wide open. It wouldn't be easy for a guy like Thorne, but it wouldn't be impossible either. Hopefully.

He sighed, running his hand through his messy hair as he walked down another hallway. He was taking long strides, easy because of his long legs. His height had always been seen as a blessing to Thorne. It got him the ladies.

He wondered if Cress liked his height. Maybe she hated people that were a foot and a half taller than her. He hoped that wasn't true. He wanted her to like him.

Thorne hit himself in the side of the head.

Focus.

Muffled voice came from a set of double doors. Ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him to stay away from Lunars, he stepped closer, and pressed his ear against the door.

"-- do you mean she's not there?" a velvety voice asked.

"My queen, she never returned from the cages," a trembling voice replied.

"Then find her. Bring her back. Or, better yet, Aimery... Kill her. Is that understood?"

"Y-yes, my... my queen."

Thorne ran as far as he could from the door, no longer caring about how much noise he was making. He had to find them. He had to. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to find them. He had to warn them, warn them that now that they had Princess Winter, they had gotten themselves into even more trouble. It was his goal. His one and only goal besides making it out alive.

He skid to a stop, his eyes wide, as he stared at the two women at the end of the hall. His chest was rising up and down at a fast rate, his heartbeat increasing.

Holy spades, holy spades, holy spades...

He raised his arms up in defeat, surrendering.

How heroic.

And the women laughed. They actually laughed.

Thorne swallowed, taking an involuntary step back. "Please don't kill me," he whimpered, which only seemed to increase their laughter.

They came closer, and Thorne couldn't move. He had never hated Lunars so much...

The shorter one stuck out her hand. "Mabel," she said with a smile, two adorable dimples showing. "We're on your side." In an instant, her golden locks turned into frizzy untamed brown curls, and her two dimples disappeared, replaced by a smile too big for her thin face. Her eyes changed from a light violet to a mucky green. Freckles were scattered all over her face. She wasn't physically unfortunate.

Thorne became unfrozen, and he found himself shaking her small hand. "Captain Carswell Thorne, at your service."

"We all know you're a cadet, Carswell. And it's the other way around," the other woman said. She was older than Mabel, and her voice was deep and raspy. She had a curvy figure, and dark skin that went perfect with her hazel brown eyes. An intricate hairdo sat upon her head. She was stunning.

Not as stunning as Cress...

Shut up, Carswell.

She's taller.

Ouch!

What, now there's three voices in my head? What are am I now, the dynamic trio?

That's not a thing.

You've just gotta believe.

Thorne groaned.

"What," the woman continued, "does the truth hurt?"

"No..."

Mabel sighed, closing her eyes in annoyance. "Just stop, Delia."

Delia rolled her eyes and walked ahead. "Follow if you want to stay alive, Mister Thorne. We saw them leave, by the way. And, don't stray, there's a battle around the corner."

So Thorne listened, and followed the two women down several halls for what seemed like forever. He didn't really know where they were taking him, but he trusted them. They were on his side, after all. Probably, unless they were lying.

"Do you know where they actually went?" Thorne asked.

"We could track the ship," Mabel said with a shrug. "They're still on Luna, I think. And Mr.Kesley said he had contacted his son. He may know."

"Mr. Kesley...?" Was he supposed to know who that was?

"The father of the lunar special operative," Delia mumbled as if it were the most obvious answer.

"Don't worry," Mabel said, walking slower so she could be by Thorne, "we'll reunite you with your crew."

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I can't explain why I haven't updated, I really can't. I have, for some reason, been having a really hard time writing this and Wild Wild Future. My apologies. I've instead been writing things that I will probably never publish, and... I don't know.

Anyways, I'd originally done this as a Kai POV, but then changed it. That's also been difficult, figuring out whose POV to write in for each chapter. Therefore, if you want a specific character, comment! I know where I'm going with this story, but I can't seem to put it into words. Worst feeling ever.

Vote, comment, thanks for all of the support so far, I didn't think I'd get this much feedback. All of you are amazing :)