Chapter Thirty Eight
Ellie and I had been beamed back to the Teleporter room. It seemed we hadn’t been there in years, due to the massive amount of events that just occurred. We exited the Teleporter and waited in silence, hoping that the others would be back safely.
So our plan was to escape through the Tärkein and from there on, Ellie and I would leave the group behind and head of to the center of the dream-world. The rest of the group will take shelter in the Lighten Tribe, and although I was well aware of the small food supply there, it had to be better than hiding out in Efaque City.
“When do you have to wake up, now?” Ellie asked.
I sighed. “Two more days.” The operation was probably over with by now, for the pain hadn’t returned to my leg for the longest time yet. I would be resting peacefully in the recovery room while the doctors wait for the anesthesia to wear off. “To be honest, I wouldn’t mind waking up in one more day, but two would have to be the maximum.”
Ellie nodded. “We need to get moving . . .”
“I don’t think so.”
Ellie jumped as I scanned the Teleporter room with wide eyes. “Hello?” I called out.
Then, as if he had just appeared there, Sarrol emerged from behind one of the four pillars surrounding us. “What’s this about waking up?” He smiled deviously. “I’m afraid I can’t let that happen.”
“Sarrol . . .” Ellie’s voice trailed off. “What are you doing here?”
Sarrol shrugged. “I was in the Tärkein when I –” He smiled again. “You’re probably why someone like me was in the Tärkein. To be honest, its illegal for me now, since I’m no longer a patroller.”
“Is that why you killed Recaro?” Ellie asked. “And my father?!” She was now screaming.
I recalled the unusual encounter Ellie and Sarrol had two nights before – when Sarrol pulled Ellie back, stating that “She knows what he can do.”
“Yes,” Sarrol spoke up. “That’s why I threatened to kill the Empress, too, if you told other people about how your father really died. Of course, the Empress was aware of this deal, and I made sure that you knew if you somehow killed me, that the Empress would then kill herself. Then there would be no creator, and no Lucid.” He looked over at me. “I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.”
Ellie advanced towards Sarrol and pointed her finger to his chest. I saw her pull out something sharp from her blue dress. “If you don’t have something, nobody does. Am I right?” She didn’t hesitate driving the small blade into Sarrol’s chest.
Sarrol bent forward and moaned. When he stood back upright, I could tell that Ellie had stabbed him with the blade she retrieved from the forest the previous day.
Without warning, Sarrol pulled the blade from his chest and stabbed Ellie in the arm. It wouldn’t give her a fatal wound, but it scared me all the same.
“NO!” I yelled.
Sarrol was now breathing heavily as Ellie grabbed at the knife inside of her. He smiled. “I guess you are right. So if I don’t get to live, neither do you.” He yanked the knife out of Ellie’s arm, now gushing with blood.
He held it up, ready to drive it into Ellie’s chest when something flew through the air.
I looked back to find Deothoy and his acquaintance, Serafin, whom I had inferred was his girlfriend earlier. They were leaping out of the Teleporter and running towards Sarrol.
