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The Tree On The Lawn [Xara x Fred]

A/N

It's basically a songfic. The song is "Tree on the hill" from Percy Jackson Musical with changed lyrics.

Xara's POV.

The fire was burning in a small firepit, sending some smoke into the air. I sat close to it, warming up my frozen body. After so many years stuck in that stuffy cell, I totally forgot how was it like, feeling cold. But now, now I wished I had something warmer to wear than a ragged, baggy prison jumpsuit. Shivers ran through my body, making me curl into an even tighter ball and press my knees to my chest. Small puffs of mist escaped my mouth every time in exhaled, at first I was even scared I was burning inside.

Darkness surrounded me, and the fire was the only sanctuary. Black shadows danced on obsidian walls of the maze, and monsters were growling and hissing somewhere in my earshot. My faithful bow was lying near my sword hand, so in any emergency I could defend myself from any creature.

But so far, it weren't monsters I had to avoid.

That weird group surrounded me, although no more than one watched me directly. Others were milling around, checking all the enterences and whispering amongst each other. Yet I still felt trapped, confined in a box with no escape, no way out.

A small spot on my back burned under the glare of that guy, Jesse, I believe. A silent hiss escaped my mouth, evaporating in a tiny cloud. My hands were itching to attack him, just to get rid of that burning, but there was literally nothing I could do.

He knows.

A quiet screech was on the brim of coming out from behind my lips, but I just shook my head and gripped the bow. Pure energy, fed up with being contained, pulsed in my veins, filling my muscles with strengh I had almost forgotten. All the fury and grief and horror ponded in my ears like drums of war, and yet, I was completely and utterly powerless! My hands were tied, but this time not by chains.

I clenched my jaw, my eyes narrowing at a mere memory. Rage seeped in my breath, the words of that pitiful, pathetic Warden once again echoing in my head, for the seventh time that day.

"Do you know she was once an Admin too?"

My fingers wrapped around my bow - the same bow that had murdered that pet of Romeo's. A brief smile lit up my face, the sounds of his dying gasp were oh, like music to my ears! The mix of horror and disbelief in his eyes, when he finally realised that nobody would save him from my vengeance. Not even his master.

But he still fought back! He casted the last curse, made the last attack. He opened Jesse my identity, my secret! How dared he do it, how dared he say it?! His death was on his hands, his and Romeo's!

Just one thought of that scumbag blasted rage through my body. I gritted my teeth, the deadly fire roaring inside me, threatening to murder everything it touches. I knew that fire, I had ignited it myself - all thoughts of that betrayal, of that murder, all of them made it grow even stronger, even higher.

Oh, how I cherished it! This anger, this hatred... They filled me to the brim, giving me strengh to go on. Only because of them I was sure I would be able to raise a sword to perform the final strike on Romeo. After then... After then I'll finally be free.