- TRISTAN'S POV -
I was furious at Dimitri for saying those things about my sister. She had no idea how important she was to the Resistance, and he was too blinded by his pride to see it. The wagon suddenly stopped.
"What is it n-" I was cut off when Dimitri held his hand to me, stopping my complaints.
"Quiet." he hissed. "Listen." I looked at him confused. Following his instructions, my ears strained to catch a sound. My eyes widened. A dull crack, followed by a low rumble carried to us on the wind. I stood and looked around for the source. I pointed to the west, toward the city. Dark clouds circled a large area of forest about three hours from us.
"What the..." I trailed off. Shaking my head I snapped out of it. Turning to Dimitri, I wondered what kind of magic could have caused it. "I say we check it out."
Dimitri's response was immediate. "No. We have no idea what's out there." I raised an eyebrow.
"That's an order, soldier." I announced. In the Resistance, I was a more high-ranking official. A leader of eight squadrons of men. Dimitri pressed his lips into a thin line. Without a word, he turned us around and headed in the direction of the storm.
I looked down at Grace, who had fallen asleep with her childern in her arms. My niece was curled up in Tara's arms. I smiled softly. Lani. I couldn't possibly imagine being away from her now that she's here. The thunder had gotten louder. It threatened to split our eardrums. We were close. A final bolt of lightning and a scream sounded.
"Sindri!" I cried. The storm dissapeared. An eerie calmness settled around us. The only movement was the wagon we currently resided in pounding against the stones in the dirt road. Once we turned a corner, the scene before us caused tears to spring to my eyes. Broken, rusty shackles lay in a heap on the ground. Deep wheel ruts suggested a wagon making a speedy getaway. I lifted one of the iron restraints. It was not rust I had seen, but blood. Dried, but the metallic smell proved that it hadn't been for long.
Dimitri came forward and put a hand on my shoulder briefly before further inspecting the scene. "The bootprints mostly lead away from the wagon, or where the wagon was." he noted. "The remains of a fire are here..." He pointed to various places. "Search the woods?" I nodded.
We carefully looked around. A canvas from a covered wagon lay tattered in the foliage. We searched from there. Our first clue was near a tree further into the shadows. There were signs of a scuffle, and someone kneeling. A suspicious substance splattered across the dirt. Just on the edge of the forest, two sets of footprints were close together. The smaller, barefooted pair stood close in front of the larger booted feet. I realized something. This was the exact spot where I had seen that bush move. It had been touched by an animal, but there was none in sight.
An object flashed in the sunlight. I bent to pick it up. I lifted the handfull of mud and cleared the dirt away from the object's surface. I gasped, for in my hand was a neclace with a silver chain and emerald leaf dangling off the end. Dimitri sprang to me in a flash. I saw that he, too had tears in his eyes. We gave eachother a horrified look, for on the pendant was the unmistakable scarlet stain of blood.
I looked to the sky. Whoever took my twin was soon going to regret it. I will find you Sindri. You will return to us.
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