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Impossible

Cassie's POV.

I still can't believe this is happenning. Just yesterday, when Jesse walked over to my cell and told me, it didn't seem real. This morning, when the guards came to collect me, it didn't seem real. Even now it doesn't.

This cannot be happenning. Jesse is a hero, after all, how on Earth can he actually do it? It has to be a joke, a trick, a deception of some sort. There's no way Jesse, the great-kind-best-of-us hero can actually do this!

I rub my shoulders, earning myself a suspicious glare from one of my guard. Figures. A scoff escaped my mouth at the thought that they really consider themselves better than me. Please! If only I had an axe with me, they would all be dead in a nick of time!

The crowd of people stares at me, everyone looking like a scared chicken. But that's what these people are. Mindless chicken, too stupid to understand my grand plan or my reasons. They probably aren't even bothered by the fact that there are - how many, two? - no, three guards surrounding me, their swords unsheathed and ready to use.

I roll my eyes as we make a way towards the special room that Jesse's blonde friend must've built specifically for the occasion. It's not possible to believe that they would go through with their plan, it's just unreal. Surely Jesse will stop this terrible event or I will escape or something else.

They will never execute me.

I know what I did was wrong. Getting caught, I mean, not holding a family of three people hostage. All I wanted was that Jesse's book, all I wanted was the Atlas! He can't execute me for trying to get home by any means! Besides, I fed those people, gave them water. Jesse must take that into account.

Wait up, what on Earth am I thinking? These are just pleads for mercy, a means to excuse myself, to ask for forgiveness! I need no forgiveness, for I had done nothing wrong! Nothing, apart from losing my concentration for one. Measly. Moment!

Just that second it took me to look around, that instant was the end of mine. My fists clench as I remember the pain in my head when that redheaded show off, Petra, attacked me with no mercy. So much for a great hero! But it's fine, I'll get away from here, I'll never ever allow anybody to kill me off like this. Not in a proper battle, but tied up like a stupid cow. Pathetic.

A growl escapes my mouth as I glare from the corner of my eye on one of the swords, trying to count how much time will it take for me to snatch it from the hand of the idiot guard. It would've taken me less than a moment if I were free, but alas, Jesse had ordered his pawns to tie my hands! As if that could stop me.

I walk slower, making the guards slow down as well. They think they are in charge, but it's as true as the belief that Jesse is just. A complete and total lie. I'm the leader here. I might be tied up and disarmed, but I'm still a threat, and they all know it.

I'm a threat that cannot be murdered.

Why do my thoughts always come back to that? I had made it clear, Jesse will not execute me, and that's final! He doesn't have a right to, not with everyone praising his kindness and his bright heart.

My memory just so decides to come back to that moment yesterday. I groan silently but close my eyes and allow it to win, showing me the thing I despise the most.

I'm lying on the ground, my head and my back throbbing in pain. My faithful axe is so close to me, if only I could reach it, everything would be over! But I can't, that redhead has tied my hands behind my back, I can barely move without hissing in agony. Defeated by a group of heroes, huh? Aren't they supposed to go, dunno, a bit easier on their enemies? Because they are damn heroes?