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Chapter Eleven: The Split

OOOOOOHH MY GAAAWWWDDD SHE UPDATED!!

Yes yes I know, it's been over two months. I AM SORRY. MY EXCUSES ARE WORTHLESS. BUT I PROMISE YOU I AM BACK ON TRACK WITH THIS AND I AM ALMOST DONE WITH THIS THING.

*bows and waits for applause*

*crickets chirping*

Yeah ok I have no fans but whatevs HERE IT IS MY PRECIOUS CRICKETS

We walked in complete and uncomfortable silence. Nobody said a word, and we walked in a single-file line behind Elsa as she led us to the town. Except for Annie, who clung to Dillon's side, while Shawn looked pained as she walked behind Dillon and stared at his back.

Jacob brought up the rear, right behind me. I could hear the solid crunch of his shoes on the debris, feel his breath on my neck. He was so close, yet he was so far. It almost physically hurt me to not talk to him, but I couldn't function enough to.

Annie was made of Satan. She wasn't like Elsa and me, she was our exact opposite. And on top of that, she was mildly autistic, so she didn't even function like a normal person. She was something I could never hope to understand.

As hard as I tried, I couldn't banish the thought of what I'd seen in her eyes. Gabriel's wings.

I was almost certain she was dreaming of him like I was, but was she having the exact same dreams? Being as she was pretty much a demon, she might dream of nice conversations with him, and she might actually have some information that we needed if we were to even have the slightest chance of winning this.

I was starting to consider this a war, and not just a quick dethroning for the better of everybody. We were gathering a small militia, and Gabriel already had a full-fledged army-as we'd seen yesterday-and we were going to clash sooner or later.

Actually, on June twenty-first, my brain reminded me.

My attention turned back to my feet as I nearly tripped over a fallen branch, and suddenly Jacob's arms were under mine, holding me up.

My breath hitched and I scrambled to stand up, pushing myself off his chest and mumbling a quick "Thanks" before walking as quick as I could to the others.

His footsteps behind me made me want to run, and it took every bit of my self-control to keep a walking pace.

Annie was now skipping gaily, Dillon holding her hand and supporting her whenever she stumbled. Shawn, who was in front of me, tensed visibly. Under her shirt, I could see her shoulders tightening and raising ever so slightly. She grabbed her left wrist and walked just a little bit faster.

I could feel the tension, and it was everywhere. I could hardly believe that a stupid little fight in the middle of the night had divided us like this, yet it had, and the proof was right in front of me.

"Almost there darlings!" Elsa called cheerily from up ahead. Briefly, I wondered how old she was. She acted eighty, but she looked twenty.

She pushed a branch out of the way, and above her head, I could see smoke billowing into the sky.

"Here we are," she announced, sounding satisfied with herself.

I peered around everybody curiously. The village was huge. There were towering buildings, each at least two stories high, with intricate gardens and pathways inbetween. People walked along the pathways, carrying things or leading animals and children.

"We should probably stay away from them, because they aren't very fond of me," Elsa informed us. She began walking to our left, to skirt around the town.