2 - Chapter 3- Alyssa

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Wrens Pov

I woke up in the house. I herd last night that Clark set the castle on fire. I don't know how they expected me to act. But I was okay with it. I got out of bed and put on my dress for the day.

Wrens dress

Wrens dress

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Wrens Hair

Normally someone does my hair

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Normally someone does my hair. But it was quite so they must have let me sleep in today. I walk down the stairs and see Gaia sitting at the kitchen table.

"Good morning" she says and she looks up at me.

"Good morning" I say back and I sit next to her.

"What are we up to today" I ask.

"Well you are going to try to talk to some of the people from Sanctum and see how they are responding to Russell's execution today" she says. I look at her.

"Seriously" I ask

"Yep" she says back. We stand up and walk out the door. We talk about random things as we walk up to Sanctum. Once we get to the top it looks even more crazier than yesterday. Some people when they saw me bowed. I smile and then look back to Gaia.

"So Jackson will be in there while your there but act like you don't know him okay" she says to me

"Okay" I say. I then walk over to the tavern which is where most people talk or hang out.

"I walk in and mostly everyone bows. I love my hands in a stand up motion and everyone stands up and goes back to what they were doing. I see two people from Sanctum who I have noticed seem in charge. I walk over to them.

"Wren" they say

"What are you too talking about" I ask

"Nothing" says the man (lol does anyone know who I'm talking about. Like what's his name)

"You can tell me. I don't want Russell to get to executed" I say. They look at me arch other for a moment but then the man leaves angrily. ( oh my god wait. I hits opened up the 100 to find his name: his names Trey)

"Treys just upset" says the girl (I dont know her name at all) (whwhwhwwhw wait her names Alyssa. Guys I got it. Yay)

"Alyssa. I need you to tell me what's going on. I can't help if you won't. Yeah I know I'm only 12 years old. But I can help" I say. She takes a deal breath in and starts talking.

"The last couple of days. So many of the faithful haven't handled it well. I'm afraid there planning something terrible to save Russell." She says. I think about what she said for a moment before I say something back.

"If Russell told them to stop. Would they." I ask

"Of course" she says "His will be done. Why. What are you thinking." She asks

"Nothing I was just wondering what we can do" I say. I stand up and look at Jackson. We make eye contact and we both walk out of the door.

"So what'd you figure out" he asks me.

"There planning something to stop Russel execution" I say

"We have to tell the others" he says. I nod my head yes. I see the others on the steps and grab h hi is hand and start running to them. I see Aunt Clark, Miller, and Indra.

"What is it Wren" they ask

"Russell's followers are planning some sort of an atttack" I say

"Which followers. What's the target" asks Indra

"All I know is it's happening before the execution." I say

"We don't have the people to stop it. Is there anything else that could help stop it" says Aunt Clark . I think for a moment but then I remember one of the things that Alyssa said.

"Russell" I say

"What" she says

"Alyssa said that if he asked them to not do it they won't. But I don't know it that will work" I say

"It might" says Jackson

"And we don't have enough people to stop a riot" says Aunt Clark.

"Fine" say Indra giving up. "But Russell says what he's suppose to or else I'll kill him myself" says Indra. She then runs off to somewhere. I see Gaia and walk up to her.

"Hello Wren" She says. We then walk back to the yellow house.

Ok so sorry this chapter short. I really didn't have a plan coming into this chapter so sorry

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