Bojinia

Chapter 25

Every fiber in my body screamed for me to run to Zander, but i couldn't and how could i when i was holding a tortured prince and had swords pointed at me.
Zander fell to the ground with a thud and a painful groan escaped his throat.
Thank god he's not dead.
'Run' i heard Zander's voice in my head just before he lost consciousness.
" please take me but leave him alone" i said to the scarred guy, he laughed, that rotten potato laughed as he lifted Zander's hair with the tip of his sword to show Zander's shut eyes.

" You freed sixty nine prisoner of mine, so i don't think you three will be leaving here anytime soon"
I shivered as i looked at Zander's bloody figure, a loud crash sounded next to me. Purple light filled the room and Adrian and i were pulled in that light. That was all i saw before everything went black.
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I woke up on a rough bed, in a room lit only by candles. I tried to move but i couldn't raise my hands or anything,
I tried to move again but a soft hand stopped me.
Wide teary eyes stared at me, in shock followed by blinking and a sigh
"You're awake!" Zuri said as a smile lightened her face
"..eh" i tried to speak but my throat hurt like it was pricked by needles. Zuri helped me up then helped me drink some water.
When i could talk, i murmured " how long have i been out?"
"Three days"
Oh dear, i have never slept more than twelve hours.
"Why can't i move? I feel like my limbs don't belong to me "

"We had to sedate you because you went into a huge breakdown, mentally and physically " she eyed me as if she's afraid I'll breakdown again. And what exactly does she mean by physical breakdown, what does that even mean? And where's Zander?

"Where's Zander Zuri?"
Zuri looked to the ground avoiding my gaze
"Zuri?!"
"You don't remember?"
I remember weird purple light actually, and a beaten up prince. I tried talking to Zander telepathically but I couldn't.

"Where is he?!" I screamed
" Murat couldn't get you all out, he's being held captive " she whispered.
I jumped out of bed only to fall down as my traitorous knees buckled. And it all came back to me. How i rushed to find the prince, how we were stopped, how zander followed me... how he got stabbed .

"Three days and you didn't get him out, what's wrong with you people!!!" I screamed as tears ran on my face

"Arya, I'm sorry we'll get him back. please calm down" she whispered patting my back as i cried.

The door opened as Eos, tatia and Mare rushed in. I looked at Mare and i saw pain in her eyes. I forced my legs to carry me and made my way to her and i fell in her opened arms crying helplessly.

"I'm sorry i am so sorry, it's all my fault !" I wept as she held me toght in her arms
"It's not, we'll find him Arya"

"I shouldn't have rushed to Adrian and Zander shouldn't have followed, he should have left with kayden"

She closed her eyes, and gently patting my back she whispered "You must be strong in order to find him. So pull yourself together,Arya."

As I tried to calm myself I felt a needle pricking my skin, and then darkness filled my view.
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I woke up alone in the same room, I looked around the room to see a bathroom wardrobe and nothing els of importance. I walked to the bathroom, It was neither big nor small, It had a fine bath tub, which reminded me that i felt filthy. Zander would have kicked me for that bad smell.
Zander!. Pain crossed my chest as i vowed I'll free you.. I promise.

I've always thought that water doesn't just wash dirt but washes away bad feelings and exhaustion.
Water is purification for a clogged mind.
I think it took me an hour to shower, I pulled on a sweat shirt and pants then made my way to the training room.
The corridors were empty not a soul in there, same goes for the training room.

I pulled the punching bag and started punching. Thinking about how unfair things are, why would Zander be held captive, why him! Why am i not there instead of him?! What if they are torturing him?! What if he's sick and can't heal from their torture?!. Why take someone who has people living for?! Why not me? Not that I am eager to be a prisoner.. but i have no one left, no body .. but him and Mare.
I punched again and again and again

"Slow down beastie , you'll kill the helpless thing" a strong male voice echoed in the room,
"Whoever you are, shut up, or better, Go Away" I said irritated.
"A good fist you have there but you could do better" The man praise,
I turned around to be met with blue sharp eyes, black hair and handsome face, the owner didn't seem old but certainly older than me.
"Prince, Adrian. You look alive again"

He chuckled humorlessly and said " I do, but you don't Arya"

I clam up at that and turn back to my punching bag. Only to be stopped but strong hands holding the punching bag.
"No one has ever talked to me like this with exception to you, however to show my gratitude for you saving my life, I'll offer you something"

"Which is?" I countered.
"I'll help find your ... friend, as my position certainly helps the situation.." he said,
"What do you want in return? Your highness" I every fiber of me screamed something's wrong but then everything is wrong indeed.

"You don't know me but most of the people in this place would have loved to see me dead, I want nothing from you you already did enough. And I'm not the best, but I am very good judge of characters, so be careful who you trust in here" he bowed his head slightly and turned to leave,
Then he completed
"Your friend is in the royal palace, he's not dead but he might be soon" I shivered and he continued in a low voice only I could hear "wait for my messengers Arya".
And that was that! He left me there thinking of Zander, so I turned back to my punching bag.
Latter that night, on leaving the training room a faint echo of whispering caught my attention,
I thought to shut my ears and not eavesdrop and completed on my way to my room, as I walked I saw tatia hurrying on light foot steps as she covered her hair, checked that no one was seeing her, luckily she didn't see me as she left the place.
Be careful who you trust the prince's voice echoed in my head.
I wonder, What is my mother cooking? What ever it is I don't like the smell of it.