XXII. Secrets

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Chapter Twenty-two:

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Secrets

I stared blankly at my ceiling. It was already dark outside and the chilly night wind enters through the open window. I never turned the lights on as I am drowning myself with the darkness, wanting myself to be brought back again to where I saw a woman in the Unknown.

It feels like she knew me even before she met me and I've got a loads of questions I wanted to asked her about. But she will never come.

My mind is in constant haze with the thing I discovered earlier.

"How the hell did I do that?" I said while staring at my hands as I lay on the bed. I curled up as the wind blows insensitively again.

I hope someone is here with me.

... ... ... ... ...

"Huh?" I think I heard something.

... ... N-Nat! ... N-Natalie! ...

Mave? Is that you?

I sat up and closed my eyes imagining Mave in the dungeon, trying to concentrate to make the link clear.

Natalie! Thank God atlast! I've been trying to contact you since morning.

I heard relief and haste in his voice.

What? What is happening?

Your friend Albrecht!

What! How did that happen? Oh my God! Is he okay?

Wait, talk to him. I'll just---

Veri? Can you hear--- How does this works?

Go on, just think of her and talk.

Veri?

Al! Oh my, are you alright? Where is my mother? How did you end up there? I couldn't make myself calm. Earlier, King Willard had threatened me. Is this what he was telling me about? Oh my God!

One at a time, Veri---ouch!

What happened? His voice seems in pain. Is he hurt?

I'm fine. I need to tell you something.

What is it? I heard silence and his hesitation.

Uhm, are you ready? I know your plan is not yet ready but are you?

What are you trying to imply? I asked confusedly. Sure, my plan is not yet all set and I doubt if it'll ever be. But I need to be at least 50% sure if things will work.

We'll escape now.

What?! What about my mother and Miss Hoggins and the rest? I'm not leaving them!

I know, I know. We're not entirely escaping. And he fell quiet for a second.

Please don't talk in riddles, Al.

You need force and people in your plan, we've talked to a few. I saw a negative vibe coming with his voice. And I sure guessed right. But... we need your presence. Convince them.

I-I don't know how--- I mean--- How can I escape in the first place if I'm locked up inside? And I'm not good in convincing people. The timing is still off, you've just been captured and the King's focused is on us. How can we achieve all that?

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