Lost (TIANA!!!)

A Spark of Hope

Sophie P.O.V 

It had been a week. 

A week in the wild. 

Fitz P.O.V 

It had been a week. 

A week in the forest. 

Keefe P.O.V 

It had been a week. 

A week stuck in a cell. 

Dex P.O.V 

It had been a week. 

A week wandering aimlessly through the trees.  

Linh P.O.V 

It had been a week. 

A week filled with darkness and hopelessness. 

Marella P.O.V 

It had been a week. 

A week filled with loneliness and the unchangeable cold inside. 

Tam P.O.V 

It had been a week. 

A week filled with nightmares and hunger. 

Biana P.O.V 

I didn't know how long it had been since I was dragged back into my cell.

 It was confusing, all the days merging together into two categories: Moments of Pain, and Moments of Helplessness. How long had it been since I had seen anybody else except for Gethen's scarred face, dragging me, hands bound, a rope tied around my throat like an animal, eyes blindfolded toward the white room of horrors and pain? 

How long had it been since Tam had died? 

I wondered how long it would take for people to gather into the Wanderling Forest and mourn my death? 

I then wondered if I would ever have a funeral? Would I ever be mourned?

Or would I just be stuck here, dead and alive the same, the days and months and years merging, as everyone would soon forget about me, or just not care? 

In the back of my mind, I had processed that Keefe was probably alive and here with me too. But the thought of trying to go and save him and get both of us out of here was barely even flickering in my mind anymore. 

Escape felt stamped out of possibility, just like Tam had been, and just like hope had too. 

Where was Sophie? And Fitz? And Dex, and Marella, and Linh? Where were they? Were they trying to save me? Had they given up already? Did they think I was dead? 

And Ruy. Ruy. I couldn't believe that stupid, terrible, lying scoundrel. I couldn't believe myself, that I had actually trusted him, that somewhere deep down, I actually had considered him... a friend. 

"Time to get up Ms. Vacker. It's time for your daily...meeting with Gethen." 

A Neverseen cloaked guard opened the cage door, and before one foot stepped out, I was blindfolded, cuffed, and surrounded on all sides. I felt the coarse rope going around my throat, just like it did every day, rubbing my skin raw. 

"Come on! Walk you, dirty peasant! I don't see why Gethen keeps you alive!" came a voice, and I felt a familiar sharp tug at my throat. I lurched forward and fell onto the ground and I felt the stone under my knees scrape my skin as I was dragged. I forced myself into a standing position, my weak knees shaking. I would not be on my knees in front of Gethen.