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"Remove his mask."
As fast as lightning Falcon plunged one of his arrows in the heart of a soldier behind him. Looking up at the king, he slowly shook his head from side to side.
The King clenched his jaw and hissed.
"Kill him."
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A figure was laying in the water, washed up on the shore. Bruised and cut.
Vulnerable.
Black hair were sprayed around her head, swaying in the moving water.
Suddenly water splashed and voices were heard.
"My King! We found her!"
A couple of men followed Cyrus and ran towards the form of Yara. The King amongst them.
Dimitri crouched beside Yara and took her cold wrist. A faint pulse could be heard and he sighed in relief.
She was still alive.
The King turned his head towards the others. "Go back. Get all the doctors ready and stay on guard. Go now!"
The others nodded and turned away towards the palace. Dimitri glanced back at Yara and removed a strand that was laying over her closed eyes. He bended down and took her body in his arms. Removing his coat, he placed it over Yara so that the warmth could seep through her.
Lifting her up, he gripped her closer before following the others.
You're a fighter Yara. Fight now.
Stay alive.
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Yara's POV.
Numb.
Cold numb darkness.
I welcomed it.
It's better to give up than to return to the gruesome reality. It's better to lay still than to fight with your last strength. It's better to-
Yara.
Mother's voice. Such a beautiful sound. Lulling you to sleep after a hard day. Scaring the nightmares away as child. Making you feel loved.
You've made your father and I proud.
No I did not. I jumped to my death when I couldve fight. I'm a coward. I gave up.
So...what's your favourite animal?
Cyrus. Laughing and caring Cyrus. The one who brought a candle of humor in the dark room of pressure and stress. Always there to listen when you needed someone to talk to.
See, you can dance.
Thanks to you, Dimitri. Always having a cold and uncaring mask on. How ever, your eyes speak otherwise. The only person who defeated me in a fight. The person that didn't punish me for being a girl in the war. The person who gave me a chance and accepted me as I am. A hidden caring soul.
Falcon, you are my hero!
Ah, the little boy from Linova. Always playing with wooden swords and his father's helmet. Looking up at me with wonder in his eyes. Such an innocent human being.
A feeling had crawled up my back, wispering death in my ears. Its long fingers coming around my neck choking me.
No. No! Wait! I still want to see them! Don't take me yet...I'm not ready!
You can't fight me.
You gave up.
You don't care anymore.
You don't have any strength left.
Die. It's the best way.
You're a fighter, Yara. Fight now.
I will.
I will fight.
I will not give up.
A large weight lifted from my shoulders. Fresh air streamed through my lungs. Light overpowered the darkness, calling me to follow.
I did follow.
My hearing returned and I could feel someone breathing steadily above me. My feeling returned and I could feel someone holding me. It tightened when I tried to open my eyes.
Finally my sight returned and I opened my eyes.
It was not the canopy of trees above me or the sunlight streaming through the leaves that caught my eyes.
It was the gray ones looking down at me, challenging me to look away.
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Song: Oh come Oh come Emanuel by Enya
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