To Be Betrayed (Red Queen Fanfic)

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FARLEY

Archeon is busy during this time of year, the streets clamored with grumpy Silvers who complain about the Scarlet Guard and their Boy King, Maven Calore. We walk through the markets, carefully taking what we need while searching for the best way to get into the palace. Backups are around the whole city, incase something goes wrong. 

Which I doubt anything would since our plan has no flaws.

With the recent death of his mother, Samson Merandus was the closest family member who could still control Maven.

But not for long. Our plan is to get Samson Merandus out of the palace, where we would question him and bring him to one of our bases for the Council to decide what to do with him. He's knows all the whereabouts of the Boy King, which would help us with our raid next week. Sounds risky, but with the new Silent Stone handcuffs we've received, Shade's teleporting, and the fact that Samson's gotten ill, we could capture him in the broad of daylight without raising any suspicion and no one would notice until he's long gone.

"Stop worrying Diana. I can see wrinkles forming on your face," Shade retorts, placing a hand on my shoulder. The nerves running through my veins seem to calm down a little, but I can't concentrate on anything. I should be focusing on the mission, not the sick feeling in my stomach.

"I'm not worrying Barrow. There's a difference between worrying and staring off into space."

He looks at me, thoughtful and amused.

"You're right. The difference is that you're staring off into space because you're worried."

"That doesn't even connect to what I just said," I roll my eyes.

"It totally does," he shoots back.

"Whatever. Let's just-"

Shade then tackles me onto the ground, but before I can question him, the Silvers in the market start to scream.

"Shade what on earth-"

"Shh," he hushes me, pulling us to the side.

I look up and see water spewing out into the open air, only for someone to scream.

"You think you can win, Merandus?" A voice shouts with confidence.

He's here. That was easy.

"Diana Farley what are you doing?" Shade whisper yells when I stand up and start walking away.

"I'm finishing our mission. Call the backups."

"What?! No, get down! You outta get attacked from Merandus," he scolds at me, pulling my wrist closer to him.

"I'm not going to die Shade. There're worst things to get into."

I push his arm away, and walk towards the square with weary steps, pushing through the silvers who came to watch.

Nymph.

Whisperer.

Only one will win, and it's not going to be the nymph.

Samson's face is paler than usual silver skin, but he still tries to put up a fight. The nymph falls into the floor, ready to drown himself with his own power to Samson's dismay but he throws a canon of water at his face from a nearby pot, buying more time to escape before Samson crawls into his head again.

I near the two of them, putting a hand over my gun. Not that we're planning on shooting anyone but the bullets inside are just enough to teaser them. Command made it very clear to keep Samson alive. The nymph then creates a massive wave from a fountain, one so high it's taller than the houses nearby, wide to surround Samson, and crashes it on him. Water tickles my toes, wetting my boots. My hair is just barely wet, but sprinkles of the water drop from my hair and onto the ground.