The Shadows Lie

2-Compromised

Remy's POV

The wind whips my long black hair around my face- I push it aside. My feet crunch into the leaf filled ground as I crouch down and run my hands through a patch of flowers by a large tree trunk. A chill rolls through my body; I shiver.

The sun has barely risen above the snow-capped mountains. It's the perfect time of day in my eyes. I come out here every morning and just breathe. There is nothing but fresh air in this part of the world; it's a shame that most people are so limited as to where they are allowed to go in life.

My life used to be different. I'm lonely now-hallow and empty. I used to feel like I owned a decent part of my life. My job and my friends were everything to me. I was so determined to accomplish any and everything- the world was mine for the taking, despite my hateful parents.

If there was one thing in my life that I wish I could have changed, it would have been my parents. For some reason, they never cared too much about me. Everything else in my life was structured wonderfully. Great friends. Awesome career choice. Perfect bedmates. Perfect ish bedmates, I should say.

All of this, however, was a tease. A taste of freedom right before an iron cage was shut in my face. By those I thought loved me most.

I move towards the edge of the cliff and bend down. My white dress flows wildly in the wind, brushing gently against my bare ankles as I continue to run my hands through the flower bed. I bring the flowers back to life with a small flick of a finger-blowing on them through cold lips using a small earthly spell.

The salty air engulfs my senses. The wind, the smell, the feeling of nature-it's all incredibly freeing. Very normal and mundane.

"Remy, you must come." A Bulgarian woman speaks behind me in her native tongue. I nod, confirming that I understand. Letting go of the grass, I follow her into our tent dutifully and walk behind a makeshift curtain. My feet halt suddenly when my eyes land on a the perfect sight for sore eyes.

"Remy, oh my God. I can't believe I found you." A long lost friend sobs loudly and runs to me. I scoop her up in my arms and hold back a sob myself. We fall to the ground, hugging each other tightly-her small frame feels brittle. The dirt covered ground is surrounding the ends of my white dress, sure to make some unwanted stains. I briefly rethink our choice to sit down. I'd hate to ruin my only good dress.

I don't move though. Chloe needs me right where we are.

I shush her softly, playing with the ends of her blonde hair like a mother might to her child. "Why have you come here?"

"You have to come back. You.. have to." She pulls back slowly and begins shaking, her blue eyes are full of tears. "So many people are dying."

I don't even want to know who. Is that so selfish of me? All of these people are dying because of me, after all. At least, I believe they are.

"I.... can't." I hold back a sob and move to stand, realizing the amount of emotions I am allowing her to see. She grabs my hand tightly, making me fall back to my knees.

Well, fuck my dress then.

Her eyes go wide. "You don't know?"

No but I definitely don't want to by the look in her eyes. "Know, what?"

"Cade has come back." I never thought he left so this isn't news to me. "And, he thinks I am dead. But it won't be for long. I needed to find you without him knowing. H- he... he...." She looks away, trying to hold herself together.

"He what, Chloe?"

"He is after Jason."

The air in my lungs ceases to exist. I fall forward. "No..." I gasp. "He was only supposed to want me. It's his sister for crying out loud, why the fuck would Cade want to kill him?"