The Daughter Of Illéa

Chapter 49

As a young child I was always a very light sleeper. I'd be on the tip of mental darkness and the slightest whisper or movement would wake me.
For instance when I was around my early teen years I'd stay up all night waiting for Maria and Dad to get home from the parties they'd go to. I'd fall asleep lightly on the couch and when I heard the drunken laughs in the driveway I knew the party was over and I'd have to tuck either one or both of the childish adults into their beds.
Coming into the selection all of that changed. With the luxurious suites and the to die for bed models, it just soothed me into a sleep that could only be waken by a true loves kiss.
Just kidding, I'm woken if someone screams in my ear fifty times, but the true loves kiss sounds a lot more graceful so let's go with that.

In my dreams I hear them. The muffled screams of the innocent, and the girl with the bullet in her arm. The rebels have once again creeped into my endless sleep, but surprisingly I put an end to it as I jolt from my wake and stare into darkness of my room.

"YOUR AWAKE, NOW GET UP!" I can't recognize the figure running around the room, but all I can recognize is that whoever he is he's grabbing my robes and slippers.

I jolt from my bed rushing to the vanity to put on my glasses, then on with my robe and slippers.

"What's going on?" I ask, but the silhouetted man grips my hand and dashes for the doorway.
"Whose your guard?" He asks and I reply.
"Officer Feldspar, why what's going on?" I wedge my heels into the cushioned of the carpet until he replies.
"He abandoned his post!"
"Maybe he had to pee or something-"
Then I see it. The full moon creeps in threw my balcony and rays upon the room and I recognize the figure standing before me.
"The southern rebels. Their here." Gus says, fear sketching his voice.
"WHAT?!"
He shuts me up by jerking me forward and into the hall. Gunshots echo in the distance as we dash adrenaline running threw our veins.
All of the girls doors are open, as it's the officers evaluation to check and get each of them.

Glass shatters against the floor from where they broke in. Theirs a couple of bodies, but not much.

"Run, Del!" He says, dragging me because my curiosity weighs me back.

We go down the hall and down a flight of stairs and onto another hall. It's long with many doors and intricate paintings. Though the blood stained carpet signifies the dead end.
Gemma stands before me, tears soaking her face as the guard before her is shot dead.
"Help me...I'm lost, and I don't know where to go!" She stands and then it happens in a nearly blink of an eye.

A rebel with the red bandana jumps from around the corner, aims, then shoots.
The bullet didn't go for me.
The bullet didn't go for Augustus.
The bullet went straight for Gemma's heart. Usually your first instinct would be to cower in a corner, but I'm not the kind of person to watch a potential bride of my best friend get murdered right before me.

I jump forward, not taking the bullet, but pushing her to the left so the bullet stains her left arm in blood.
The girl with the bullet in her arm.
I was basically reliving my dream.

Gus ducks, rushing to Gemma's aid as the rebel rushed forward reloading the gun and that's when I lost myself. I lost my self in the adrenaline, the fired bullets, and cries of help as I reached forward for the officers gun, got into stance and fired.

His body gave over to gravity as he fell with the bullet straight into and out of his heart.
I just killed someone.
Not just someone, but a rebel.
I turned around to see Gemma in Gus' arms, and both of their expressions shocked.
"Keep that." He mumbles before running down the hall parallel where a huge portrait remains with two guards in front of it. They took my gun and sent all three of us down into the escape.

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The safe room is a huge cement built room with beds lining the walks which can assure you that the room is huge.
All of the selected sit on the bed addressed to them, all in their pajamas with their hair slightly fluffed or messy with bags under their eyes.

"Here." He lays Gemma down on one of the beds closest to the door.
Hero rushes over, embracing her son with worry sketched across her face.
"Where the hell were you?" She whispers. "Getting Lady Delilah. Her guard wasn't there so she was sleeping when I got there."
She wants to be angry but she can't help grinning. "Oh fine- now what happened here?" She scoots forward in her night gown examining the blood oozing out of Gemma's shoulder.

"We need medical assistance!" She screams, but the guard just bows.
"I'm sorry your highness, but they've already been escorted to the cellar. It's to dangerous."
Sweat pellets drain the color of her face, as all of the selected inch farther and farther away from us.
"She can't stay like this, Your Highness. We have to cleanse the infection or it'll spread and her arm could be amputated."
"You sound like you know what your talking about..."
In that moment my stomach drops.
Me perform a surgery? That was an unthinkable thought.
"I can't. I've only heard my dad talk about things like that, I just know things I can't actually do them!"
She sets her jaw as the rooms silent. Princess Aria rests in the corner of the room with baby Alexandrea and Prince Marsh, trying their best to distract theirselves from the drama.
I was partially surprised Charleston didn't volunteer. Considering her knowledge of well, everything.
"Delilah, she could get her arm amputated...this is her only hope."
The way she doesn't even approach me properly let's me know she's dead serious.
"Get me a medical kit, a wet cloth, and people willing to hold her down."
At this Hero high fives me, rushing to get a first aid kit that's stashed in a cupboard along with a cloth which she soaks in the sink.

"Now, Gemma..." I take off my robe throwing it over my shoulder. Then I rip the upper slit of her gown so I allow access to the wound in her upper shoulder. Then I wrap the robe around her breasts so she won't be exposed to the others.
"This is going to sting...okay?"
Marsh comes over gripping one leg as
King Everette takes the other, leaving Augustus to keep her hands down.
Then I pour the little bit of rubbing alcohol onto the cotton ball, and then I go into work. Cleaning around, and as far as I car to the perimeter of the wound. Her screams were muffled by Queen Hero's robe to calm her down, as she dabbed the rag on her head.

The procedure was rough considering our very little supply of numbing medicine. Though after carefully removing the bullet and sewing up the bloody wound, I stepped back looking at my masterpiece. Gemma's eyes drooped heavily, as sweat was oozing down her face. It was only moments before that I gave her pain killing medicine, so she'll be fine soon.
"Get some sleep." I say, pulling back the covers so they can cover her.
Walking away the stress rose off my shoulders as I comprehended it. I just saved someone.

"Good job, Delilah." Everyone whispered, positive not to wake Gemma up. "Thanks."

"Lady Delilah," Hero said. "I'm very proud of you. I wouldn't have had the guts to do that."
"I don't know how I did."
"Because your courageous and sympathetic."
At that I curtsied, and went off by myself into the corner of the room. My bare skin touching the cold floor like it's ice.

I watch as Augustus tames the girls, holding them and rocking them close. Probably just doing that for the attention but I don't care. If I was that desperate, I would too.
He examines the room and our glares catch as he smiles.
I raise my hand to my ear giving it a tug as he silently mocks me.

We need to talk.
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A/N
Here goes your dramatic chapter!
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