"NO!" I shrieked, "Please, Father, he's innocent!!" My father, the Rouge, his familiar warm face was cut into angles by hate. "HES A PALACE FOOL, you're no Rouge yet daughter! Learn sacrifice!" My face turned to Jason, siting with a look of pain on his face where he was tied. My eyes brimmed with frustration and tears my eyes glowing green. As I stepped from my fathers side, to Jordan's placing a hand on his shoulder, "I can't let you Diaz......."All Rights Reserved