Legacies, Destinies, and Betrayals.

Chapter #12 Trouble? Me? Always.

Seven days had passed since we were locked into this interrogation room in Isabelle's castle.  I had received multiple injuries that made it difficult to move. I was chained to the far side of the room, with my arms tied behind my back and my legs tied to a post. Malachi was on the other side of the room in a similar fashion. The only thing that remained on us was the lockets that Isabelle had been unable to remove and our clothes. Although they were in rags. I didn't have any strength left in me to even try to use magic to get us out of here and neither did Malachi. When we had woke up the first time we had been beaten and tied up in here. Since that day Isabelle had returned every morning and night to attempt to get information out of us and to beat us again. Our belongings were piled in the middle of the floor and she would go through them each time looking for anything she might have overlooked before. Luckily for us, we had cast an enchantment over our things that made them unreadable to anyone who was not me or Malachi and that made everything seem ordinary.

      I heard the main door creak open and my entire body recoiled at the sound. Then the door to our cell opened. 

        "Ready to talk yet?" Her soft voice was the most evil sound in the world. I knew that an infection was beginning to set up in some of the older wounds and it wouldn't be long before I died here. However, I raised my head defiantly.

       "Never, Witch." Malachi was actually less abused than me, because they had used me as a way to try to get him to talk for the first three days. The entire time I refused to beg him to say anything. Instead I made him swear he would never tell.

         "Fine, then you both know your punishments." She reached into her bag and pulled out her whip.

       Suddenly I saw something move outside the door. It was the blade of a sword. I had no idea who it belonged to but I wasn't going to die of her accord. She came over to me and unshackled my hands so she could drag me to the middle of the room for my beating. I grabbed my locket.

       "Liva! No!" The last thing I heard before I unleashed all the magic in the locket and blacked out was Malachi's scream.

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"Alar, We have waited an additional the ten days for them to came back and they aren't here yet. We need to go after them! They were sent to the Royal City!" Ezekiel was worried. Liva and Malachi had yet to reappear and the ten days had elapsed. He was sure that if they were able they would have sent a messenger. He didn't understand how if they weren't in trouble they were back yet. They had only a one day ride there, were supposed to stay for the duration of the celebration which was five days, and ride back which was seven days tops. This was day ten! He needed to see her here safe.

"Prince, it will not do well for us to move any closer to the Royal City. We can send in myself and Raphael but it would be too dangerous if Malachi and Liva were indeed in danger to send in any of you as it would only raise suspension and most likely get ya'll into the same spot." Ezekiel knew that what he was saying was the truth but it did nothing to calm his nerves or soothe him.

"Ezekiel!" The voice was Malachi's yelling from somewhere in the woods. "It is Liva! Come quick!"

Without even thinking it could be a trap of some sort Ezekiel went trampling through the underbrush towards the voice with Raphael calling out words of caution as he bounded after him.

When he met his friend on the trail he immediately noticed the elf that was holding a badly injured and bruised Liva. Without a word he grabbed her from his arms and took off back towards the camp. He had seen her like this before. She had overused her magic and it had again nearly torn her body in two.