The Savior

Rescued

Acalla P.O.V 

"Sister." 

Her brother's face was animalistic. He wasn't thinking clearly. Maybe if she could convince him of that, she would live. 

The closer she got to death, the closer to insanity apparently. 

She could feel her heartbeat in her brain. She could feel her stomach in her throat. She was sure that her life was over at this very moment. 

"Myrian, please," she begged. 

"You're bleeding," Myrian said looking ready to pounce and take the one thing she loved more than anything. 

"No, those aren't mine. Maybe they were Nericlia's," she tried. 

"That would be impossible, she didn't come up here once in the time we were together," he said. 

Acalla was speechless. She would die. If they took her wings, she would die. If Myrian took her wings she would kill him herself. He knew what they meant to her. What that freedom meant to her. Although she suspected he didn't care. 

"Come willingly and I will make it painless," he tried to reason with her. 

"No, you wouldn't do it yourself," she said, "not to your own sister. Please Myrian, you're my brother just please don't take my one freedom in this world away." 

"You know why we must do this sister," he said. 

She scoffed. 

"You only say that because you know nothing of what oppression females go through for males," she said getting angrier by the second. 

"You can't overpower me, sister," he told her. 

He was right.

Azriel was not due to come until the day after tomorrow. She would be wingless until then. There was nothing she could do. 

She sighed. And ran. She got absolutely nowhere. 

He immediately grabbed her by the waist and dragged her down the hall. She got a good kick at his groin and he went down, but only for her to hit her head on the doorframe and fall into the black of unconsciousness.

Azriel P.O.V

Something was off the whole day. He could sense it by the very way his shadows told him. 

He had a spy at the main camp. He had informed Azriel that this morning the very kitchen hand that had turned Acalla in had been found bleeding and stripped of her wings. By Acalla's own brother. 

That put Azriel on edge for the remainder of the day. He waited. Waited for the message to come in that it was Acalla's wings next, but he didn't get it. 

Until he did. 

It came in the early hours of the morning. A bird tapping on his window. The message was short but confirming his suspicions. 

'Acalla is next' 

That was all it said. That was all it needed to say. 

He got dressed quickly and winnowed to Cassian's room. He woke his sleeping friend with the words that his mate was going to die. They were in the sky within 5 minutes of Azriel reading the message. 

It would be another two hours before they would reach the camp. He only hoped she would still have wings when he got there. 

Acalla P.O.V 

Her head hurt. 

Acalla slowly opened her eyes to the mud of a small room with a lock on it. She was in a cell. Again. Somehow the last time seemed less scary compared to this time. 

The memories of last night flooded her mind. 

Her eyes started to water, her own brother. If she could call him that. He had betrayed her. 

Myrian had picked a stupid tradition over his sister. Not that it was all that surprising. He would pick his brother in arms over his own sister. In a heartbeat.  

 A face appeared at the small window in the door. His face. Myrian. 

"It is time," was all he said. 

She stood up and walked out as he held the door open. 

"I'm sorry," he tried, "I had hoped we could do this the painless way. I tried Acalla, I did." 

Bullshit. He hadn't tried to do anything. 

The "painless" way wasn't actually that painless. They just knocked you out before stripping you of the one thing that you craved. Freedom. 

She slowly looked at him. Then slowly looked away. He sighed. 

They walked along in silence. 

People had gathered. Uriah almost looked triumphant. 

There was the post and the chains. 

They were forcing her onto her knees and chaining her up. 

"I'm sorry," Myrian tried again. 

"Go to hell," Acalla said. 

He put his hands on the root of her right-wing. 

She braced herself for the sound of her wings being ripped off. She could feel the scream building inside her. 

A loud thud distracted Myrian from his "duty." The sound of feet hitting the ground. 

Or two Illyrian figures landed in the mud. 

Azriel. 

Azriel P.O.V

There were people everywhere, but all he saw was her. 

Chained to a post. 

With some man's hands on her wing. 

He saw nothing but red. He winnowed directly in front of the man and threw him into a cluster of logs. 

His face challenged anyone to stop him. Cassian dealt with the crowd of onlookers while Azriel unchained his mate. 

She was unchained. 

She was in his arms. 

She still had wings. 

"Cassian," Azriel called, "let's go."

They would deal with Uriah later. Azriel would deal with that man later. 

Cassian turned around and flew into the sky. 

"Hold on," he told Acalla. He felt her grip tighten on his shoulders. 

They shot into the sky and towards home. 

Acalla P.O.V 

Azriel was here. She didn't think it possible. He winnowed in front of Myrian and threw him into a pile of firewood. 

The man with him walked around keeping people from stopping Azriel. Azriel unchained her and took her into his arms. 

"Cassian," he called toward his companion, "let's go." 

Cassian. The High Lord's general. She'd thought he looked familiar. 

Cassian shot into the sky. 

"Hold on," Azriel said to her. Her grip tightened severely. 

They flew into the sky following Cassian. Azriel had saved her. She still had her freedom. 

This is the updated version of this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. Sorry to all the readers who got the crapy versions before the good ones. Thank you for all the continued love and support for my books. 

I updated this chapter again. Minor grammatical and plot hole issues.