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The Lemon Tree

Chapter Seven: Chains and Fire

Pain woke her first.

A sharp, burning pain at the side of her head.

Then came the ache in her wrists.

Then the cold.

Nora opened her eyes slowly and gasped.

She was sitting on a stone floor in a dim room lit by two weak lanterns. Iron chains wrapped around her wrists and were locked to a metal ring in the wall behind her.

For one terrible moment, she thought she was alone.

Then she heard crying.

Whispers.

Breathing.

She turned.

Students filled the room.

Some sat against the walls with their hands tied. Some were chained in pairs. Some had bruises across their faces and arms. A few were still unconscious.

Becca was crying quietly into Regina’s shoulder.

Seraphina sat stiffly, jaw clenched, trying not to show fear.

Kelvin had a swollen lip.

Max was helping Alex sit upright.

Jeremy was testing the strength of the rope around his wrists.

And across the room—

Kael.

His shirt was torn, blood marked one side of his forehead, and his hands were chained above him to a hook in the wall.

Yet somehow, he still looked calm.

When he saw Nora awake, something in his expression softened.

“You’re alive.”

She swallowed.

“Disappointing news for my enemies.”

A few students let out weak laughs.

Even now.

Even here.

Nora forced herself to sit straighter though every part of her hurt.

“What happened?”

“They separated some people,” Jeremy said grimly. “Mostly girls.”

The room grew quieter.

No one wanted to ask where they had been taken.

No one wanted the answer.

Heavy footsteps echoed from outside.

Every voice died instantly.

The wooden door opened.

The man in dark robes entered.

He moved with slow confidence, like someone who had never once been denied what he wanted.

Behind him came two guards carrying keys and sticks.

He looked around the room, studying their fear like it entertained him.

“You fought harder than most groups,” he said calmly. “That is admirable.”

No one responded.

He continued walking.

“The girls will be placed in homes where they will be useful.”

Becca began shaking harder.

“The boys will work our land until they learn obedience.”

Kelvin muttered, “I hate farming.”

Max almost laughed despite everything.

The man stopped in front of Nora.

She stared back at him, refusing to lower her eyes.

A thin smile touched his lips.

“And this one.”

He crouched slightly to look at her face.

“The noisy one.”

Nora said nothing.

He reached out as if to tilt her chin.

She jerked her head away.

Several students inhaled sharply.

The guards stepped forward.

But the man lifted a hand to stop them.

Interesting, his eyes seemed to say.

“You are either brave,” he murmured, “or foolish.”

Nora finally spoke.

“Maybe you’re just ugly.”

The room froze.

Then, from somewhere near the back, Kelvin made a strangled sound trying not to laugh.

The man’s smile vanished.

For one second, anger flashed across his face.

Then, unexpectedly, it returned.

He stood.

“I think,” he said softly, “you will entertain me.”

He turned and walked toward the door.

Before leaving, he looked back once.

“Feed them. Tomorrow, they begin.”

The door slammed shut.

Locks clicked outside.

The room exhaled all at once.

Becca started crying again.

Regina held her tighter.

Seraphina muttered, “When I get free, I’m breaking somebody’s nose.”

Jeremy leaned his head against the wall.

“We need a plan.”

Kael’s eyes moved to Nora.

She was breathing hard now, the brave mask cracking at the edges.

He spoke quietly.

“You shouldn’t provoke him.”

She laughed once, shaky and small.

“I know.”

Then, to her horror, tears filled her eyes.

“I know.”

The room was silent.

Kael shifted against his chains until he was a little closer.

Not enough to touch her.

But enough.

“We’ll get out,” he said.

For the first time since waking, Nora wanted to believe someone.

So she nodded.

Outside the stone walls, night settled over the village.

Inside, fear burned low and hot.

And somewhere beneath it, something else had begun.

Defiance.

The Lemon Tree

Chapter Eight: Not Yet

Morning arrived without sunlight.

The room was still dark when the door burst open and guards stormed inside.

“Up!”

Chains rattled. Students scrambled to their feet, stiff and frightened. Those who moved too slowly were yanked upright.

Nora’s wrists burned as her chain was unlocked from the wall and replaced with rough rope tied around her hands.

She looked around quickly.

Everyone was there.

Becca. Regina. Seraphina. Kelvin. Max. Alex. Jeremy.

Kael.

Relief came and vanished just as fast when she saw the guards separating them into lines.

Girls to one side.

Boys to the other.

“No,” Becca whispered immediately.

A guard shoved her forward.

Seraphina tried to swing at him and was nearly struck before Regina pulled her back.

“Not now,” Regina hissed.

The students were marched out into the open village square.

In daylight, the place looked even worse.

The stone houses were cracked and old. Smoke drifted from black chimneys. Villagers stood in doorways watching silently.

No one looked shocked.

No one looked kind.

This had happened before.

The man in dark robes stood near a wooden platform, hands behind his back.

He looked pleased.

“Today,” he announced, “you begin learning your place.”

Nora muttered, “I already know my place. It’s not here.”

Kael, a few feet away in the boys’ line, almost smiled.

The guards began assigning people.

Some boys were handed tools and dragged toward distant fields.

Some girls were pulled toward houses despite their screams.

Chaos rose again.

Max fought until three men pinned him down.

Jeremy shouted for everyone to stay calm and was hit across the shoulder.

Becca cried openly.

Seraphina spat at a guard’s feet.

Regina’s face was pale, but her chin stayed high.

Then two guards grabbed Nora.

She twisted hard enough to break one grip and nearly slipped free.

For one shining second, she ran.

Students shouted her name.

She sprinted through the square, barefoot over dust and stone, weaving past startled villagers.

“There!” someone yelled.

She didn’t stop.

Ahead, beyond the houses, the village wall stood open toward dry land and wild grass.

Freedom.

A hand seized the back of her shirt.

She screamed and kicked backward, catching someone in the knee.

Another guard grabbed her arms.

She fought like fire.

It took four of them to drag her back.

The villagers watched in silence.

The man in dark robes stepped down from the platform slowly.

He stood before her, breathing calm while she struggled in the guards’ grip.

“You see?” he said to the others. “This is what spirit looks like before it is broken.”

Nora spat dust at his shoes.

The guards gasped.

He stared at the mark on the leather.

Then at her.

And smiled.

“Take her with me.”

Kael surged forward instantly.

“Leave her!”

A guard slammed him to the ground.

Nora’s heart lurched.

“Kael!”

He looked up, blood at his lip, rage in his eyes.

For the first time, she saw exactly how much he cared.

But ropes tightened around her wrists.

She was dragged away toward the largest stone house in the village while her friends were forced in the opposite direction.

She twisted to look back.

Kael was still on his knees, struggling against three men.

Their eyes met.

Then the door of the stone house closed behind her.

The first escape had failed.

The real one had not even begun.