Prologue

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Tristan's POV

Prologue

This was all a mistake. Of course this was my dream but I didn't think this mission would get so out hand; so out of hand that I'd be falling to my possible death.

I don't remember what happened right before I fell. All I know is that right when I need you, you're there. But now that you're gone, I feel like half of me is missing and it's all my fault. I had the chance to save you, to go out of my way to sacrifice myself, and I didn't. But I was terrified; I didn't know what to do.

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Reality seemed to fade back.

Grass. That's what's around me, right? It's coming back faster and faster. After this whole fight with the rouges, we were all pinned: it was either jump into the waterfall or die. I remember falling for what seemed like forever. I open my eyes.

The trees are so tall and the light pierced my eyes for a quick second. I hear the sound of leaves crunching with the repetition of my name following.

"Tristan? Tristan. Tristan, are you alright?"

I groan in pain. Not for the fact that I could've possibly died and my head hurts and everything aches at the moment, but the person who's calling my name.

"Tristan. Tristan, wake up."

It's Rori. She's slapping my face, trying to wake me up. I groan again and push her off of me. "Rori," I start, but she interrupted me to correct me. "That's Princess Rori to you." She scoffed. I sit up, move the leaves off my chest, and look around. "Where are we? Where is everyone?" I ask. She quickly held a finger up to her mouth. "I don't know if the rouges are gone yet but Nathaniel gave me this." She grabbed a gun out from her back pocket and held it out in her hands.

"Why would he give you that?" I mutter. She glared at me. "Just because I'm a princess doesn't mean I can't be an expert in weaponry."

"Hey, the tomboy role is taken." I mutter. She's still an airhead. "Where are Caleb and Nate?" I ask, standing up. "No idea, but Nathaniel said he'd be back." I looked to her as I helped her up. "How long ago was that?" I asked, rubbing my eye then my head. "No idea." She shrugged.

Fantastic.

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