The Journey Of Two: Book 2: Breakthrough The Prison

Chapter 22

-Cyrus P.O.V.- NOTE: The song Rolling Girl is used to represent the struggles that Cyrus had to go through, and is his theme.

The only thing that mattered at the moment was this-

I found Miranda, but I need Mark to fulfill the instructions that I left behind. That was, if we wanted to go home.Which I was sure that was the case on our part, but I can just assume the same for the others in the group.

"You okay?"Miranda's eyes looked up at my face, and I realized what had happened- my gaze was dark.

To dark for my own liking, and I needed to change it. I need to reinstall the mask I had placed over myself over the years.

I smiled at her and changed my expression, successfully redirecting her worries away from me. "I'm fine," I replied, "You should be more worried about him." I used a hand to point over at Martin, whose eyes were shut, his arms crossed.

Miranda's gaze followed my arm, and she quickly shook her head. "He's not injured, unlike you." She pulled back from her embrace, and I felt a jolt run through me. 

"Well then. I guess I'll be on my way-"

"No way, not with those wounds." I looked myself. 

She was right, but I was too stubborn to care at the moment. "I really gotta go."

"There you are!" a new voice called out to me. This voice was familiar, and I was quite content to find that it was Cods. "Where were you? I've been looking for you all over!"

I smiled back at him. "I got into a little tussle with this young man." I lied about not telling him the name.

"Is that so?" Cods stopped next to me, and he patted my back a bit, "No problem, we'll be on our way then. Sorry for the inconvenience." 

I felt my eyelids grow heavy, and before I knew it, I was falling over forwards.

I was suddenly caught by a pair of arms in front of me, accompanied with a statement of reassurance. "'Don't worry about me?' You obviously need medical attention! We'll get you patched up!"

And with that, my consciousness faded from me, and I drifted into a dreamless sleep, as I woke up to familiar faces staring at me. I did a quick glance to see if Martin was here. 

Fortunately for me, he wasn't in  sight.

"Ah, you're awake." said one of the faces, her hair a bright shade of purple. She seemed drained, bags forming under her eyes, and she was pale.

"Yeah. Is the hood on?" I questioned.

"If you're worried about that, your friend made sure it stayed on the entire time, is there any particular reason as to why that is? That is if you don't mind the prying."

"I..." I felt strained, and I let out a groan of pain, "I have seen better days."

"Well then, let's get to business." She pulled herself closer. 

"And that is?" I felt a lump growing in my throat.

"Why were you near our camp? And what's with the suspicious air of magic around you?"

Alyssa had caught on. And I realized that my strain wasn't just physical strain, it was also literal.

They suspected us to be enemies.

Crap.