Rogues and Pets vs. Dolls [closed/starting]

(He lives! XD Oh and I had Everlee (or Reva) rip his shirt open in the front to better heal him, hope you don't mind. )


Rayden Thorn:

As my foggy mind slowly climbed out of the dark abyss I had fallen into, The first thing I became aware of was a searing pain in my chest- I couldn't breath.

I struggled to take a breath,- were my ribs all broken? What was wrong?! Panic's icy fingers slowly clawed over my heart, my primal instinct took control as I fought the darkness again. Suddenly I coughed, the strong sickly sweet ion taste of blood filled my mouth causing me to cough again.

Someone gently but quickly pushed me onto my side, my pain lessened, and once again my senses fled me.



When I came around for a second time I was no longer on my side but slightly propped up. I could hear a steady drumbeat but for the life of me I couldn't place it. Someone had their hands on my bare chest, cool sensations flowed into me from those hands. And the voices, that before were no more than indescribable mumbles, were easy to understand.

“Why is he so hot? Does he have a fever or something Dante?” I thought it was the leader of my sisters friends who then spoke- she had a nice voice, very gentle but strong. I was relieved to hear Dante speak then, he was at least alive.

“No he doesn't have a fever. He's a fire rouge, their body temperatures are always higher than normal.”

Just then whatever I had been propped up against moved slightly and a felt a breath, so I was leaning against someone and not a something.

“I think he's coming around Everlee, his breathing patterns have changed.” another voice said from directly above me, whoever I was leaning against I guessed.

I tried to open my eyes but was only able to crack one open. Everything was blurry for a moment before slowly coming into focus. Everlee- or at least I assumed it was her was slowly moving her hands from my sides to the center of my chest. Her ace was puckered into a frown, she hooked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Well he isn't on deaths door anymore, hows Davnick Sheara?” she called, my eye roved over in the direction of the answering voice. It was that young girl I had seen with my sister in the city, so they had found her again, good.

“He's still asleep but Poca says he'll be fine, and Dante says Rayden didn't hit him as hard as he could of- so that's good... I guess.”

“Seena's doing fine now too, just resting.” a deep male voice rumbled and reverberated around.

“Alright, thanks Tige, I think I”ll take a look at her just in case.” Everlee sighed, her voice sounded tired and- defeated?

It was then that it hit me, I was had caused all of this trouble. It was my fault that Davnick, who was their friend for some deranged reason was in such bad shape. My fault that I had caused so much pain to my sister, she liked him. My fault that Everlee looked so cast down. As she stood up I made a grab at her arm. She gasped and looked down.

“I'm, sorry.” I panted “I'm sorry Everlee for-” I had to stop and gasp for breath “what I've done.”

I fit of coughing seized hold of me again and for a moment my mind was white hot with pain. When it subsided I spoke again, my voice barely a whisper.

“Don't tell my sister-” I coughed again and tasted blood, I spat to rid myself of the horrible metallic taste. “about this.”

Everlee looked down at me, I could see on her face she understood I meant the coughing. Her face softened into a look of pity and she nodded as she walked away.

I relaxed back slightly closing my eyes, concentrating on my breathing. Then I remembered that someone was still helping me. I opened my eye again and looked up, into another young woman's face. She had a cascade of dark brown hair that framed her downcast face as she watched me intently. Her eyes were that strange sea color that sometimes looked more gray-green than gray-blue.

She kept staring into my face with a strangely intent look, I really couldn't care, but the prolonged silence was getting uncomfortable.

“Hi.” I said closing my eye again...



(Hope this is alright with you Bee. hope I kept everyone in character!)

Reva

"Hi..." He murmured and drifted off into oblivion, falling asleep again. He was strange, very strange. Who says that? He was coughing up blood and I held him in a sitting position simply because his pet asked it of us and Everlee was still healing him. It seemed to be helping a little bit, but he still was coughing up blood. Yet, even through his own distress he was thinking of his sister. Such a heartless man.

"Should we get him some water?" I asked his pet softly, not wishing to wake him. "It should help the coughing." I looked back down at his peaceful features, his blonde hair was falling over his eyes nicely, eyes that I knew now were blue. He really was a strange man. Shouldn't fire rogues have red eyes?

That was cool Shadow! I just have to say that I love Rayden

Seena

I'm in a forest. No, I'm in the forest. The forest where RayRay and I would run and play. I spin around, trying to figure out where Davnick was.

He's not here, a voice says in the back of my mind. I look down at myself. I'm short, barely taller then the grass. My hands are small and fragile, that of an eight year old girl.

I look back up when I hear an earpeircing scream. The echoes shatter the calm silence of the forest. I drop my hands and run to where the scream came from. It's a slow proccess in my short legs, but finally, I reach the edge of the forest. I stand on a small hill that overlooks the village I lived in. The army is already to my house.

"No, not today," I whisper to myself. I try to take a step forward, but now my legs are stuck in place. I see RayRay being dragged out of my house by his hair. The soldiers through him on the ground and laugh. My mother tries to save her son. A soldier takes a sword and stabs her in her chest. My heart freezes to a standstill. No!!! I try to yell, but nothing leaves my mouth. My mother's hair falls into her face, twisted in pain. The silence is interupted as the sword is pulled back out of her, making an errie noise.

The sun sparkles off of a small tear, running down her face. Her body sags, and she falls to the dust. "No!!!" RayRay screams, tears flowing down his cheeks. He jumps up and down, trying to get out of the soldier's arms.

A quiet sob sounds behind me. I turn to look into my childhood face. My eyes aren't glazed with saddness, only hate. I watch as the younger me runs forward towards the guard. She... I'm holding a torch that's lit on fire. The younger me runs forward and jabs the soldier's hands with the fire. He lets go and steps back, allowing RayRay a safe exit. He runs, too terrorified to look back.

My eyes flutter open. I try to look around, but the light is too strong. I close my eyes again and bury my head deeper into Davnick's chest. He moans quietly, but it makes me jump. I bolt awake and sit up. "Davnick?" I ask, facing him. He looks so much better. Most of the blood is cleaned up, and his face is a little less swollen. I slowly lay my head back down, closing my eyes again, but unable to go to sleep. Davnick's safe, and alive. RayRay is safe and alive. And I am safe and alive.

Aha, duh! I have a new character! There's always more to post! AWW! Vuzzy! That was adorable!

Alec

I followed Davnick, ignoring how terrifying he was. I mean, everyone knew who he was and what he did, and nobody dared stand in his way, but really. He had Rayden Thorn with him. There was a huge price on that guy's head! And then there was Davnick himself who would fetch a pretty penny as well. Besides it was pretty clear the guy was evil, who sells out their own kind? Not to mention the woman Everlee who was beside him for a while, and the rogue wearing the government uniform as well. They had to be the most expensive group of rogues wandering around, and I wasn't going to stand back and let some horrible jerk take them. If they were being taken, I wanted to be the one to do it. i was kinder, and I would give them to the wimpy authorities. I made it easy for anyone with a half a brain and a pair of legs to escape. And I made a lot of money doing it too. They would definitely choose to come with me. The only problem was Davnick himself... I made my way to his camp anyway.

(loved it Bee and Vuzzy!)

Rayden Thorn:

When I woke up again I wondered how long I had been out, the dusky shadows of evening were starting to creep everywhere. There were noises of people moving about and Dante was doing something that was making the little girl laugh. I heard Seena's voice- I was glad she was aright, but terrified she wouldn't ever forgive me- for any of it.

Then I realized I was in the same spot and the girl who had been propping me up was still there.
I looked up at her and marveled at the fact she hadn't moved, she still started at me as fixedly as she had been. I tried to smile but I'm sure it wasn't a pleasant sight for she grimaced- I chuckled painfully, gasping slightly.

“I look like crap don't I?”

Reva

"Worse, actually. You look like-" my eyes widened and I realized how rude that was. No wonder I was a monster! That was cruel! "I- I mean- you look fine." I said quickly and looked away.

You're allowed to be mean to that one! Darsor told me. With him it's okay! He's a fire rogue.

What don't you like about them anyway?

He grumbled nonsensically at me.

I let out a soft laugh. "Just tell me how you really feel Darsor," I murmured, shaking my head, and then realized that Rayden was still leaning against me. "Hello... I'm uh- well I'm Reva." It was probably better to avoid the entire conversation about being the invisible rogue for the time being. It was hard enough as it was.

Rayden Thorn:

I had to laugh again, even though it hurt like heck.- She was going to say something insulting but then tried to cover it.

“It's alright I know I look terrible. It's nice to meet you Reva, I'm Rayden.” she gave me a small half smile.

I sat up slowly, every fiber of my being screaming in pain, but I ignored it for the most part with only a bitten of groan and curse. I look at her sheepishly as she shifted stiffly from where she was sitting.

“Sorry about that, and thank you for helping me.” again she game me a half smile and pointed over to Dante who was sitting on the little girls head, he seemed to have made a nest out of her two long braids.

“It was your pets idea, he said we need to prop you up... do you want a drink?” she handed me a canteen. I took it gratefully, rinsed my mouth out and then took several long drafts from it. I handed it back to her wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“It may have been Dante's idea, but you didn't need to listen, that was your decision. So thanks, and thanks for that too.” I nodded towards the canteen...

Reva

I nodded. "It was no problem, no problem at all."

It's a huge problem! Reva! He's a fire rogue! You should have just let him die!

I ignored Darsor, and knew full well that it was just going to make him more angry. But, Rayden seemed to not be so bad, it was possible that he wasn't as bad as my pet thought. I just had to solve him before I decided. "If you don't mind me asking Rayden Thorn, what's wrong with you?"

That's much better.

Oh. Rude again. Aren't you supposed to be helping me be nicer? But I didn't take back the question or apologise.

(Up and adam Davie. Davie? Davie? WAKE UP!! )

Davnick

My mind touches consciousness just long enough for me to feel the pain. I moan, and hear Seena's voice, but the void quickly swallows me back in. The blackness bleeds to a dark green, and the shapes of trees and vines begin to take shape.

I stand in a thick jungle, the sounds of an active night world all around me. At first I'm afraid of the darkness; the moon far above my head is the only light I see. Then I remember my sonar and I try to start it up. It wont work. Cold fear begins to creep into my heart, but I try to keep my cool. I recognize that I hate these kinds of dreams, where I have no power, but I don't know what that means. Why would this be a dream? It feels a real as life.

I hear rustling behind me and spin, instinctively trying to flare my sonar against the dark vegetation. Nothing. I shiver and stare into the abyss, waiting to be attacked. Silence. My skin begins to crawl, all the night sounds from before have quited. No bats flying through the air hunting moths, no big cats stalking prey. The whole jungle is holding its breath. I stare into the darkness and hold my breath too.

I spin, and look directly at a huge pair of purple eyes. I freeze, too scared to make a sound. The eyes inspect me like they should know me.

"...Davnick?" A voice asks. The eyes continue to stare. "Is that you? Could that be you? I haven't seen you for such a long time...." The voice is small and male and tickles the corners of my memory. It sounds sick, but strong. "My... you're so big..." The eyes say.

My mind strains to remember, but I just can't. This dream is seeming more and more real. I feel other eyes watching but can't bring myself to look away from the sad purple eyes. "I... I'm sorry." I mumble. "I don't... remember you."

The eyes move up and down in understanding. "You don't remember... not anymore." They look directly at me, and I feel like my whole body.. no. Not just my body but my soul is being examined. "But you will." The eyes say, and now they are getting bigger, filling my vision, swallowing me whole.

I hear voices around me, and feel a pressure on my side. It isn't an uncomfortable pressure though. Somebody is holding my hand. I stir and try to open my eyes. I hear what sounds like somebody starting to squeal, then stuffing their own fist in their mouth to quiet themselves. Sheara. I think, smiling mentally. My real face didn't seem to be working too well. I strain to open my eyes, and find Sheara's nose a half an inch away from mine.

"Davy?" She whispers. "Are you okay?"

I try for a real smile and grimace instead. "Well, I've got a killer headache, and I just had a really wierd dream, but other than that I'm doing just great." She grins and pulls back.

"I'm so glad!" She says. "I was so worried... I... I thought you might... might have died..." She has tears in her eyes, so I pat her hand comfortingly.

"Please. It would take more than that to kill me." I say with a wink. She chuckles, but still looks sad. "Hey." I say, reaching up to pull her on her chin. She had lowered her head and hid behind her long hair. "I wouldn't leave you alone." I say, looking into her big eyes. She smiles again, tears still shining. She snuggles her head into my shoulder.

"I'm so glad... that the Gods sent me a big brother." She whispers.

My heart gives a pang that feels good. I snuggle my face into her hair, partially to be closer to her and partially to hide the tears in my eyes. "I'm so glad the Gods sent me such a wonderful little sister." I mumble into her hair. She snuggles deeper into my side and I lie back. It's about then that I remember the other person snuggling with me. I look over to see Seena curled into me, fast asleep. I smile and kiss her head without waking her.

I settle back ready for a nice nap. Before I can fall asleep, however, Sheara jumps up. "Oh! I almost forgot!" She exclaims, pulling a bright red poppy from her pocket. "Poca wanted me to give this to you when you woke up." She says, handing me the tiny flower. I almost laugh out loud.

"I thought Poca hated me?" I ask.

"Oh no! No no no!" Sheara exclaims. "She love-hates you. It...well she..." Sheara looks around desperately, like she's waiting for a lifeline. "She just doesn't hate you." She says, looking stressed. I laugh and she smiles again. "I like your laugh Davy." She cuddles up to me again, her head tucked under my jaw.

I feel myself begin to fall asleep. "Me too." I say. It's nice to have it back.

(Sorry, that was a long one... and I hope this doesn't interrupt the Ray ray Reva moment going on!)

no you didn't cuz there isn't a moment. Reva would really appreciate it if you didn't consider it that. Lol, she's kinda a snip tho, cuz it totally is a ray ray reva moment. What would they be called Rayva? Reden? I dunno....

Darsor

I couldn't believe her! My rogue my rogue! Befriending a fire rogue. Fire rogues weren't even real rogues. Fire was just a corrupted form of light, everything about it bespoke evil. And the first person Reva gets interested in befriending is a fire rogue! I couldn't believe it! Call me judgemental, but I hated him. That would never change. I wouldn't ever let that change. Reva would see sense soon. But until then i needed to be near, to keep her in check. SO instead of staying far, far away from him so that my light didn't become corrupted, I came close and sat beside my rogue. She would soon learn to avoid him. She couldn't stay near someone so evil for a long amount of time and be pleased with her progress to becoming kind. I just knew my rogue would figure it out on her own.

Elise Paige

I looked down as Jared, JARED, held my hand. He isn't afraid anymore? Everytime I do it to him, he faints or shuffles his feet. I finger the emerald on the necklace.

Boy got good tastes, Myrtle said. I nodded.

Yeah. I guess green is a good color for me now, I answered. I watched as Reva begins talking to the- now awake- other rogue. I bite my lip and let go of his hand.

"Sorry, I just feel sleepy. It's like, the evening, so I'm going to find a tree to sit under," I said. I find a big tree with a lot of branches, and sit under there. I rest my head on the trunk of the tree, and quickly doze off.

Hiya! I have gotten special permission from Vuzzy to create and add this character! I've gone through everything with her, so it's all approved! I'm so excited!

Name: Niyah Taveon
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Doll or Rogue:Rogue

Appearance: Niyah has Dark, curly hair and steel gray eyes. She's tall, but just barely over average, and she always carries herself with grace and poise.

Spoiler

Skills: Niyah's pet, or Eisen as she calls him, has the power to control all forms of metal. This talent is useful in the city, but in the forest she shoots special arrows with metal tips that she is able to move by will. Her pet's weapon form is a small dagger that can grow and shrink on command. His animal form is that of a great horned owl, with feathers made of steel and a black mark adorning his head and back that resembles crawling vines and blooming flowers.Niyah is a talented hand on hand fighter, but using a weapon is new to her. but she's a quick learner, and with a little help she'll be fighting in no time. And also, during times of danger, she can create a strange black light that drains her of all her energy.

Spoiler

imagine the grey feathers are metal, and you have Eisen

Personality: Niyah is strong in opinion and voice, but also very shy and kind. She's strong, thanks to growing up alone in the city, and she knows how to handle herself. Once you get to know her, she opens up though, and she's quick to make friends. And once she makes friends, she'll do anything to protect them. But, despite all this, Niyah is sad on the inside, and the only thing she wants in the entire world is to be loved.

History: For as long as she can remember, Niyah has been alone. She grew up on the streets of Chyd, a large city, and takes care of other lonely kids like herself. her little band of orphans lives in an abandoned theater, stealing only to survive. But her little paradise is Being threatened by Aire, a wealthy man who is willing to go to any means to take Niyah as his unwilling bride.

Relationship:yes! straight

Other:At night, Niyah has dreams of another life, one she can't remember. Maybe the dreams have something to do with the strange things that kep happening around her, and the flowery tattoo on her back...

If you want me to change ANYTHING just let me know! Most of it just popped up in a few minutes time, so I haven't grown TO attached yet=)

Welcome welcome fade! Im glad youre here

Sorry about the length, I just had to get this done and over with so I could join in. This is beginning'
Niyah: Broken Girl

Niyah stared up at the powder pink sky, not looking at anything in particular. The sun was just beginning to set, leaving behind it a trail of deep violet, crimson, and peach. A soft breeze ruffled her long, dark hair, carrying with it the scent of roasting boar from the store front two streets away. Her stomach rumbled, but it was a good pain. She was content just to smell the food for now; there was nothing more she could do.
This was Niyah’s favorite part of the day, when she could sit and do nothing but listen to the continuous rumble of voices and dream of full stomach. Yes, these were the times she cherished most; when she could forget her problems and be content with the dream, the dream that could never be reached.
Don’t feel so sad. The others will return soon, and we’ll finally be able to eat. Don’t worry. Eisen said softly, kindly. Niyah smiled. He was always trying to make things sound better than they really were. And most of the time, he prevailed.
“Alright, alright. I’ll look on the bright side. They have to at least get something.” Niyah replied. And just as the words left her lips a group of three children rounded the corner and began heading towards the theater.
“And here they come.” Niyah sat up, running towards the edge of the roof, leaping off and flipping in midair before landing in a run.
“Niyah, Niyah! Look! The children cried, opening a holy sack to reveal an entire plucked chicken.
“Where…how?” Niyah said in delighted surprise. The eldest boy smiled proudly.
“There was a fight in the main square. A big one. The shop owner was so busy watching it he didn’t even notice!” Niyah smiled in relief. This would be their first meal in days, the City had been taking strict precautions against kids like them; the ones with no family. Being able to eat once every week had become more than just a luxury, it had become a rarity as well.
“Fantastic!” Niyah cried, hugging all three of them joyfully. When she pulled away she asked: “Where are the others? Did they have as much luck as you?” The boys nodded again.
“Right behind us.” Jimmy, the youngest, replied. Niyah laughed. Well then, we better go inside and start cooking!”

The children ate heartily that night; they had retrieved so much food that day that there was even enough to last them for another week or so, if they were careful. Niyah smiled as she watched the twenty children dance and sing and laugh, their eyes bright and their bellies full. Tyth, one of the elder boys, about eleven or so, was playing his pan flute for the first time in weeks, and little Ella, the youngest of them all, was tottering about, smiling as if it were Christmas.
This was all Niyah had ever wished for. Her little family, happy and safe, eating without a care in the world. And yet…
“Lyra?” Niyah said, turning towards her closest friend.
“Yes?” Lyra replied, a tiered smile gracing her lips. Lyra was the second eldest, after Niyah, and was only thirteen years old. But age didn’t matter as much when you were fighting to survive. The only thing that did was finding the next day’s meal.
“What did happen today? Jimmy told me there was a fight, but there always are in the main square…”
“This one was different. This one was caused by rouges. A whole bunch of them. It all started with these two guys, and it got really bad after that. I didn’t really watch but…”
Rogues, huh? Niyah thought in surprise. She’d never met anyone else like herself before. She had known there were others but….
“I hope they’re alright.” Niyah said, and then paused, adding “At least, I hope they didn’t get caught.” Lyra’s brow furrowed.
“No, I wouldn’t think so. They seemed pretty powerful to me. But…no wonder the government wants to kill them off. What if someone else got hurt because of their silly little fight.” Lyra shook her head, eyes tearing. “They really don’t care about anyone who isn’t like them. They deserve to die.” Lyra was the only one of them who had not been alone her entire life. Once, she’d had a loving family. A mother, a father, an older brother and a sister. An entire village that she called her home. But then the law was passed. And the rogues came. They’d murdered everyone in the village, burning down houses with people inside and slaughtering entire families. Lyra had been the only one who survived.
They deserve to die. Does that mean I deserve to die to?
She doesn’t mean you, and you know it. You saved her .Eisen replied sternly. It was true, Niyah had saved her. She’d found Lyra wandering the city alone, nearly starved to death.
That much certainly has not changed. Niyah thought sadly, looking at her friend.
But it has. Because now she has you. Niyah sighed in defeat, just as there was a loud bang on the door. She jumped to her feet, immediately pulling out Eisen from her overalls pocket.
“Everyone, step into the shadows. Don’t move.” She said in a rush. The children quickly did as they were old, disappearing into the flickering darkness that filled most of the carnivorous room. Niyah jumped off the stage, heading down the path between the many rows of chairs before finally reaching the door.
“Who’s there?” she demanded, opening the door a crack. It was immediately lurched from her hands, and two torches revealed a handsome young man standing before her.
“Aire.” Niyah spit. The man smiled, striding forward, closely followed by his two military body guards.
“Ah, just as beautiful as ever, my dear Niyah. Whenever I see you it is as if you have grown even more lovely.” He stepped inside the theater, and the third body guard released the door, closing it with an echoing BOOM.
“What do you want?” Aire smiled, running his fingers through Niyah’s hair. She winced.
“What I’ve wanted all along. You. I thought I made that quite obvious.”
“Well you can’t have me. So why don’t you stalk off and start bothering someone else?” Aire dropped his hand, all humor leaving his eyes, though his lips remained turned up in a cold smile.
“Ah, always the little firecracker,” he said softly, running his fingers through his gleaming blonde hair. “But haven’t you learned Niyah,” his smile widened, reminding Niyah of a snake’s. Then he was moving towards her, so fast that Niyah could not react.
“, that fire will always get you burned?” He pressed his lips against hers, holding her hands behind her back. Niyah’s eyes opened wide with shock and she squirmed against his body, but it was of no use. He held her in such a way that every movement sent pain rocketing up her arms. It made Niyah wonder how many times he’d held others in this same position. But there was something Aire hadn’t anticipated: Niyah wasn’t like other girls.
Niyah bit down hard or Aire’s lip. He grunted, pulling away and loosening his grip just enough for Niyah to pull away.
“Niyah…” he said angrily, but Niyah ignored him, pulling back her arm, she punched him square in the jaw. He fell to the floor, blood dripping down his chin from the cut on his lip.
“I belong to no one, Aire. Least of all you.” Niyah said proudly. Two of the body guards hurried to Aire’s side, trying to help him stand, but he pushed them away.
“You’ll pay for this, Niyah.” He growled, gaze meeting hers. His brown eyes flashed with anger.
“And then you’ll be mine.” He turned, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and striding out of the theater, his body guards at his heels. Once they were gone, the children ran from their hiding places, cheering.
“You did it!”
“You finally scared the bad man away!” Niyah smiled, playing the part. She didn’t want to upset the children, but inside she knew the game was not over yet. Aire had been serious when he’d said that he’d make her pay, and Niyah knew that were meticulous when it came to collecting debt.

Niyah awoke to a bright, almost blinding light. For a moment, she wondered if it was morning already, but then she realized how dark the sky was. Except…
Niyah blinked, suddenly completely awake. She was outside, directly in front of a burning building. No, not just a building. A theater. Her theater.
“No!” Niyah screamed, pulling against her restraints. A mocking laughter filled the air, and Niyah instantly realized what was happening. It was Aire, and he’d come to make her pay. The price: the most important thing in the world to her, her family.
“No! Please! Take me instead! Please!” Niyah screamed. Aire continued to laugh.
“Too late. Can’t you hear them?” Niyah could. She could hear them, the screams of the children she’d done everything to protect. Niyah pulled with all her might, nearly ripping her arms from their sockets as she tried to get away, to help. But the restraints only tightened, heightening her pain.
“Please! Their only children!”
A figure passed in front of one of the windows, limbs flailing. It was strange, almost as if the person was dancing. And then the figure disappeared, consumed by flames. Niyah screamed and screamed, tugging until her own body hung limp. “The windows exploded, glass shards glistening like diamonds. The screams stopped.
“You see Niyah? I always get what I want.” Aire said. Niyah didn’t move, but continued to stare through her tears at the dancing flames.
“Release her.” Aire ordered.
“But, sir…”
“I said release her. Now there is nothing to keep her here. Her will is gone. Quite a pity. I rather liked her spirit.” Niyah sat there as the guard’s undid her ropes; she sat there as Aire and his thugs walked away. She couldn’t move, didn’t dare too, hoping that this entire scene was just a bad dream and that any moment know she would wake up good as new.
Niyah…
Sometime or other Niyah must have given into her exhaustion. She remembered falling backward and hitting the ground, staring up with eyes that were no longer capable of crying. And the last thing she remembered thinking was that it was strange how the stars seemed as if they were weeping too.

Somewhere beneath this wretched pile of debris was a small bag of gold Niyah had saved up over the years. She’d ben saving it for a surprise for the children, but she didn’t expect she’d need it now.
Niyah..
What Eisen? She said throwing away a dirty old towel with a shudder.
Are you sure you want to do this?
“Yes, I’m sure Eisen. Now that, now that… I can’t stay here. If I do I’ll have no choice but to marry that man. I can’t bear to be here any longer. So I’m going to go join that group of Rogues.”
But you haven’t even thought this through. Maybe you need a couple days. Your upset, and you can’t make a good decision when you’re upset.
“Oh really? Ah ha! Niyah cried, pulling out the small grey bag with the black drawstring. It jingled pleasantly is greeting. “Eisen, If I… if I do this, I’ll be able to stop what happened to me from happening to anyone else. I need to protect all the others out there. Like me, and like lyra. I won’t let, I won’t let anyone else feel this way.” Eisen was silent for a moment, before speaking.
As long as it makes you happy. Niyah smiled, clutching the bag to her chest and standing to face the rising sun.
Trust me. It will.

Sorry it's short!

Seena

I sleep dreamless for a few hours. The sun is starting to set before my eyes open again. I'm leaning against Davnick, his arm resting over my shoulder. Sheara is on his other side, head resting under his chin. I sit up carefully, trying to be quiet. Everlee jogs over to me as I stand up.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

I nod, rubbing my head. "Just a headache," I say quietly.

Everlee lets out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. Everyone else is fine I think," she says, looking to Davnick and then over to Rayden.

I follow her eyes and stare at my brother. He's talking to Reva, not just talking to her, but laughing with her. I walk over there, leaving my hand at my temple and only dropping it when I reach my brother. He and Reva pause their conversation and look up at me.

"Hey," I say quietly.