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Chapter Four:
Honour's POV
Honestly, I was exhausted. Changing my appearance really sucks out my energy and I didn't have it in me to move very much, though I had to keep moving. One thing I've learned from this trip, men from Desfronmenare were horrible and cruel. I'm missing my clothes and my only weapon, a knife, but it was a good thing I kept the rest of my stuff in Fresage with Alec.
Alec is one of my very good friends that I've met on my journey. He's from Fresage, a country of night, and has been with me for a couple months now. He's taught me how to use agility to my ability and trying to teach me not to be clumsy.
Being unable to run very fast has put me in a bad situation, with dogs running after me. I didn't realize that the way I ran from the dungeons was directly towards a guard camp outside the castle. Nor did I know there were guard camps. I had grown back to my original size, around five foot, and now I'm a short girl running from dogs, naked. Gods, I wish I kept Sebastian's shirt. His shirt smelled like fresh laundry. And being by him when unlocking his chains, I sensed he was tall and thin.
My thinking came to an end when my lines started moving again. No, please no. I thought. But they persisted, squeezing me until I couldn't breathe. I stumbled over a rock and tried to keep moving, but tripped over a root, hitting the ground. I twisted my body upwards, trying to breathe but getting no air. The dogs ran right past me, despite my gasping and in the open. The lines must be keeping me from being seen. All I could think of was getting air. My lungs burned and I clawed at my throat and chest. The lines kept squeezing me, harder and harder until I felt my ribs crack. Then it stopped. I laid there for some time, wheezing and groaning from the pain. This wasn't the first time the lines had attacked me. There have been many times. I wasn't born with them, thankfully, but had received them from a witch in Boaz, country of warlocks and dark magic. It's a little west of West. Ever since, I've been trying to control it, with only little success.
It was dark out by the time I sat up. I changed my mind though when I saw phosphenes. I stared at the open sky above me, all its stars and moons and constellations I would never see. Is this how I die? I thought. "Not on my watch." I heard Alec say. I then sensed Alec above me, with his pet Burgess, a small monkey. "How did you know I was here?" I rasped, not moving. "I was headed this way, and I just happened to find you." He said. "And I'm glad I did, look at yourself, you look awful and gorgeous at the same time." I laughed lightly, not wanting to ache again. He reached down and picked me up bridal style, and I felt my hair slide off me but I didn't care. "My ribs hurt," I told him, burying my face in his arm. He nodded. "I know, we're almost to the pitch black." I groaned. "You're going to bend shadows? Can you not? That always makes me sick." He laughed. "Like that time you puked on Burgess?" Burgess squealed, making me lightly laugh again and I nodded. All of a sudden, I felt the twisting feel of shadow bending, and I knew we were at the hollow in Fresage. I felt sick in my stomach and ribs ached as Alec walked inside, with me in his arms.
He set me down on the fur couch and walked away, most likely to get bandages and clothes. I love Alec but only as a close friend. He lives in a hollowed out tree we call 'the hollow'. He also has the lines, but not from the witch, from me. A couple weeks after we met, he had kissed me on the cheek after I had gotten badly hurt (which does happen a lot) and the lines swirled onto him. He doesn't blame me nor does he blame himself. He thinks of it as an ever lasting cold. He didn't deserve the lines like I did so I blame myself for it. I avoid all romance now to prevent it from spreading any further and Alec does the same.
Alec returned from wherever with bandages and clothes, like I predicted, and helped me into them. I was now able to stand, and went to raid the cupboards as Alec got out a book. It ended as a normal evening for us, with him reading to me and me wrapped in a blanket with food. Until we heard a knock on the door.
