Our Reality ( After The Haunted FF~EDITING)

Chapter 25: It wasn't me

( Grayson's P.O.V )
A couple of hours later searching, we had finally found an Empire camp that had a couple of airships. We had found others before this one, but they didn't have any, making the job more and more tedious. There were about 5 tents, one which included the storage. There was also a shelter there. We hid in the trees. Before we began searching, we had Luke put on the set of mercenaries clothes Mia took. Me, Drake, and Mia all snook to the edge of the miniature Empire camp, with Armen watching our backs. After we had our position, Armen made his glow die down and flew inside. Luke went in with maps, which were ones that led to nowhere, but looked familiar enough to be believable.

'I still can't believe I'm actually trusting him...' I thought to myself full of regret.

( Luke's P.O.V )
As I walked into the mercenaries camp, I was immediately confronted by serval mercenaries, their blades drawn out.
"Who are you and what business do you have with us?"
I stood there.
'Fantastic! You know Grayson, you could have at least gave me something to tell them! Oh, no, pffh, you can figure it by then...' I thought to myself in a mimicking tone.
"My name...my n-name is Gavin. I mean no harm. I'm just a messenger for the Emperor. We apparently have news about the captors we had there recently." I answered.

'Well...okay maybe I can...' I thought quickly.
"Hmm...you sure don't look like a Gavin..." One of them trailed off.
"I've been told." I remarked. They looked at eachother and few murmurs were heard.
"Fine."

( Mia's P.O.V )

Once we were in the back of the camp, Drake was able to fire jet us up to the airship. We got on as quietly as we could, and started to pack things up. I peeked over and saw Luke with a crowd of mercenaries around him, but not attacking. I saw a small golden glow from one of the camps. As I was overlooking everything, I felt a hand press tightly against my mouth and pull me back from the edge. I looked behind me and saw a mercenary with his broadsword against my neck. In the corner of my eye, I saw Grayson and Drake being restrained aswell. Drake was pinned down on the floor by two of them, as Grayson was in the same situation as I.

"Try something funny and we kill the girl." I heard one of them say bitterly. The few other mercenaries that weren't holding us down starting going to rummage through our things.
They pulled out the Dragon Egg.
Grayson started to trash and make an attempt to get released from their grip. Immediately after the mercenary holding me down sliced off the bandage and gradually started to reopen my wound, blood beginning to trickle down. Grayson stopped instantly.
They smirked devilishly.

( Armen's P.O.V )
I flew around the camps very quietly and looked around for a way to distract them. I took a small look in one of the tents and saw two mercenaries inside sharpening their blades. I heard footsteps, tons of them, and I quickly and quietly flew up towards the top of the camp. They all walked past me, Luke included, but he gave me a small glance and nodded.

I saw them walk into a shack and I was able to get a small glimpse before the door closed. I saw a couple of barrels and a desk. I think I saw small bookshelves too, and when the door opened it smelled a strong way of ale, making me scrunch up. I decided to let Luke play his part of the plan, and I would play mine. I flew over to the storage to see it guarded by mercenaries in the back and front of the makeshift tent. I smirked.
"Sova." I chanted and soon all of their eyes got droopy, and one by one fell to the floor.

No one even came out to check, proving to me that they were not just idiots, but deaf too. I went inside and opened a chest. Flint and steel. Perfect. I turned into my human form and scratched them together repeatedly until the chest slowly caught on fire. I dropped the items and went back to my light spirit form. I took off some of their arrows and took them with me, making them invisible so that mercenaries wouldn't get suspicious. I flew out and peeked in the shack. Luke was surrounded by three mercenaries, most of them killed or knocked out cold. I sighed.