The One (A selection aftermath)

Chapter 7

Jacon smirked then lifted me up by my neck.

"It's such a shame. The hope in your eyes each time you saw me was priceless. I would hate to never see that look again."

I can feel all the blood stuck in my face turning it red.

"Jacon stop,"Harris says stepping forward. Impressively he got off the ropes and gag.

"We haven't even spent a full day here and you are attacking?"

Jacon rolls his eyes and drops me to the floor.

I suck in deep breathes, choking.

"Of course, idiot. We don't want a selection going on for the spoiled princess. We want no Selection no royal family no Iléa."

Harris face twisted up in anger.

"Southerners are mad! They are rash and only think about ruling the world and kill anyone who disagrees!"

Jacon takes a step forward

"How dare you say that you betrayer-"

"Guys stop! what's going on? Harris why is he calling you a betrayer and how do you know all of that about the south?" I say stepping between them.

Jacons shoulders relaxes and he smirks saying "Ya, Harris, tell them."

Harris stares at my dad for some reason. My father shakes his head in approval then glances at my mom catching her yes-nod.

I give them a questioning look, which they ignore.

"Maple, well-umm.. you see.. Jacon I mean Southern is my brother."

I stare at him straight in the eyes and see he isn't joking.

Then I turn to Southern and see him smiling with amusement.

"Shocked?" Southern says.

Harris clears his throat, "But that's not all. I am not a southern rebel. When we were smaller my dad joined the southern rebels and my mom was mad. She refused to continue the marriage  and brought me to the northern rebels. Southern/Jacon stayed with my father. And..um- I was entered in the Selection to protect you from any southern rebels. I didn't expect to see him here though." Harris glares at Southern.

My heart skips to many beats at a time.

"Wait you mean you are my Northern guard?"

Harris nods his head.

Then Southern's walkie talkie sparks to life.

The husky voice I heard early speaks through , but I can't hear what he says.

"Rogar." Southern replies.

Then as if on cue all the guards pull out something that looks like a potato sack.

"Make this easy and not struggle." Southern demands.

Then my head gets bagged.

Someone kick me in the side and I hit the ground with a groan.

"Maple! where are you?" Harris yells. Clearly everyone else in the room got bagged too.

"Right here-" I start but a bat hits me in the head.

"Ow." I whimper.

Then I black out.