Rise

Nix

I decided to go into the woods where I was first captured. A place outside of Glacio, near Fril. Fril is a place where the new generations of Glacies children begin, most of our universities or learning centers are there. A place where teens and young adults go to party, somewhere that I can lose myself and no one cares who I am. More importantly, no one will see rebel spies conversing. I see why they would want to meet here under the cover of darkness. The only thing lighting up the dense woods are the flashing dancing lights and the light fog from the dewy grass. The note the blonde-haired woman slipped into my shoe said to meet her in the woods outside of Glacies right next to Fril. So I lean against a tree, drinking some sort of liquid that was meant to intoxicate me. Waiting for the same girl who dragged me out of here.

"You look rather lonely." A voice behind me speaks above the music. I turn to see the girl from earlier.

"And you look rather suspicious," I say, eyeing her up and down. From head to toe, everything is black, from her little boots to the knitted hat that rests on her head, making her blonde hair and pale skin stick out in the night. She smirks softly before slowly spinning, showing off her outfit.

"I look good, party wear is very limited when you don't come from noble blood, girl." What she said was harmless by itself, but brought together by her tone made it seem vicious, maybe even defensive. I raise my arms up in defense, before crossing them over my chest, taking my last sips from the cup. It tastes awful but if I drink enough I might forget about the mess I am in. Now is not the time Nix.

"So why did you drag me out here? Are you going to snatch me up and throw me in a dungeon again?" I mutter, hiding my face behind my empty cup. She shoots me a glare before huffing, crossing her arms over one another.

"No Nix, I didn't." She snaps, I can't help it, but her bite reminds me of Adara and her constant need to bicker and fight with me. Which is something I strangely miss.

"Okay then, why am I here?" why am I here? It's a great question that the servant girl keeps avoiding, and I want to know why.

"Well you're straight to the point, aren't you?"

"What can I say? Being the daughter to King Algor and Queen Porcia will do that to you." I mumble, letting my hands run up the back of my neck, into my hair.

"I guess you're right..." she trails off, holding herself from the shivering cold. She must not be from here like I thought.

"The plans?" I ask once more, a slight hint of irritation in my voice. I did not sneak out of my own prison of a home to come to a place where I can't party because I'm supposed to be on high alert. I mean there is no rule against it but I don't think it would look good to the people who are watching me right now. Yes, they are watching me, I can feel their eyes.

"Oh right. Well as you probably figured out by now, I am almost like your consultant."

"More like babysitter but go on," I interject, she pauses, startled by my sudden outburst.

"I am here to help you with any questions you might have. It's your option to have me by your side as a private servant or only have our meetings here, in the woods. Either way, I will need full access to your plans involving the mission and I will be watching you just as intensely as your mother and father." Her light-hearted manner has now turned to stone, smile now gone, replaced with a look that could kill. My feet shift under the light blanket of snow that covers most of the woods and my country. She has my mothers look down pat, the only difference is the color of her eyes. They are dark, almost as if they could blend into the night sky, opposite from my mother's ice blue. That subtle difference is what gives me the courage to speak my mind, putting my anger and frustration into bitter or crude comments.