We will Fight.
907 Words
Sera's POV
"Hmmm." I screamed so loud, hoping someone could help. But to no avail. I kept a side eye on Dravon.
My hands strictly tied. I suspect Cyrene. She's behind all this. Would Dravon or anyone believe me if I said so?
Swords brandished at each other. No one could hear my screams and cry.
I kicked one of the assassins legs, he groaned and fell. I ran to the top end of the passage. I passed through the kitchen doors. I crouched at the cupboard to pick a knife. I struggled cutting the rope. It was thick and well tightened. The straps loosened little by little. At the point of cutting the last strap. The knife fell off making a thump.
An assassin dressed in black, face covered. He slowly slid his feet across the ground.
My heart almost pumped out of my chest I know I have been caught. My palms were finally free.
It ached like I had a frostbite.
"Hey! Don't do something stupid." He pointed the sword at me.
"I am not." I lifted my hands without being commanded to deceive him. I spun my body, kicking his groin, I twisted his elbow hijacking the sword. "You are gone." Last words I said to him after thrusting the sword in him.
I dropped it, another thump. I took my heels out as I heard background voices saying search for her, kill her..
My leg almost slipped while running.
"Dravon! Dravon!" I shouted twice. No answer, no response.
A whistle travelled faster in the air and tore my skirt, leaving a mark on my leg. Arrows chased me, none shot me.
The ceremonial ground already turned to a battle field. Dravon was injured fighting them. They seemed stronger. I blended into the crowd, at the middle, where everybody departed and only dead bodies laid.
I turned to look at those chasing me. Instead, I stumbled into a lady. My heart skipped a beat if it was Cyrene.
A young lady, beautiful, radiant and stunning. Curvy, not as tall as me. Golden brown hair.
"Who are you?" I held her shoulders.
"Presently it doesn't matter. Let's flee from here. Everyone is in danger." She pulled my hand.
"Wait! We can't take that route. The assassins are awaiting us. We should go elsewhere." I drew her back. I locked my fingers around her wrist as she stepped past the stone archway.
She jerked, her eyes wide and shining in moonlight. "I don't care, I can't stay here. There are rebels watching every breath and step." She was reluctant to follow me.
"It would be better if we escape. We still have a better chance of survival at that. Rather than running straight to our enemies." I shook her upper body.
A shadow emerged from the ivy covered column. Dravon stepped into the pale glow, arms folded. His voice calm but firm. "You trust the wrong people if you think fate is undecided without blood." He paused, exhaling deeply.
I released her slowly but stepped in front of her, a silent shield. "You don't have to trust him. Just listen."
Dravon tilted his head. "You were planning to run. That tells me you're desperate. Desperate people need allies."
"Or traps," she shot back.
I sighed. "We don't have time for pride. Things are moving faster than we thought. The council suspects Seraphina's collapse wasn't natural."
Her breath caught. "You think they'll blame her?"
"They already are," I said softly. "And anyone close to her."
She swallowed. "So what's your plan?"
Dravon stepped forward, lowering his voice. "We strike first."
She laughed bitterly. "That sounds like something an assassin would say."
"Because it is," he replied. "Someone inside the palace is feeding the council information. We need them silenced before they destroy all of us."
I glanced toward the corridor behind them. "We're not asking you to fight. Just to trust us long enough to survive."
She hesitated. Her gaze flickered from my pleading eyes to Dravon's unreadable expression.
"You're insane," she muttered.
"Probably," I admitted. "But we're still alive."
A rustle cut through the air.
Dravon's posture stiffened instantly. His hand moved to the dagger at his belt. "We're no longer alone."
Figures poured from the shadows like ink spilling across parchment. Black cloaks. Silver insignias glinting at their throats.
Guards.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
"How did they find us?"
She whispered, "I didn't tell anyone…"
Dravon stepped in front of both of us, blade already drawn. "They didn't need you to."
A guard stepped forward, voice cold and official. "By order of the council, you are to come with us."
I lifted my chin. "On what charge?"
"Conspiracy. Treason. And aiding an assassin."
Her fingers dug into my sleeve. "What do we do?"
Dravon didn't answer immediately. His gaze scanned the circle tightening around them.
Then he smiled.
"Well," he said quietly, "this is inconvenient."
Steel flashed as the guards surged forward.
I grabbed Amira's hand and pulled her back. "Stay behind me!"
But the fight never truly began.
A cloth slammed over my mouth. Fear rushed through my nerves. Another seized her from behind. Dravon spun, striking two guards down before a heavy blow caught the back of his head.
The world blurred into chaos and muffled shouts.
My last clear thought before darkness swallowed me was Dravon's voice, strained and fading.
"Don't fight it… we'll survive this. We always do."
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