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Everything is possible for him who believes. Mark 9:23
A shrill scream, pulled Ava out of her deep sleep. She sat up, knocking Kevin’s arm to the side.
“Help!” the voice repeated, closer.
“Kevin wake up,” Ava said, shaking him roughly, then stood up. The sounds of horses were gaining and suddenly, Ava felt a fear grip her stomach, holding it tight in its iron fist. Kevin jumped awake, rolling over to look up at Ava sleepily. “whads tha matta?” he said, his voice slurred. She ignored the question, pulling him to his feet. “Just come on,” she urged, pulling him behind her. Then she hesitated. Should we help that person? She thought, old doubt clouding her mind. She shook her head, trying to clear the mental image of that girl,Nina, her hair as crimson as the blood flowing from her wound lay dying as she did nothing to save her. The scream, louder and closer this time, rent the air. “Kevin’s eyes popped from a sleepy half-open state, to full attention focused on that scream. “Ava that’s-” she cut him off “it doesn’t matter who it is, but the question is, do we help or run?”
He looked at her, obviously shocked at the question. “Help of course!” he said, shaking his head in shame. “I can’t believe you even needed to ask that-” She ignored him, running towards the sound, pulling her sword from her dress. Kevin followed, close behind, pulling his dagger from his shoe. They knew this routine. They had been thrown into this before, with fatal results. As Ava rounded a tree, the memory of the last time the Alt-bringers were thrown into battle without preparation popped into her head. She had looked so pretty. Her white prom dress, the flaming scarlet hair flowing down her back, matching the warm, crimson blood spurting from the large gash in her side, staining the beautiful gown. She was dying and Ava, stunned did nothing to save her. Ava felt fear and tears bubble in her chest. What if this time, Kevin dies, or I die? She thought; her hands shaking as she raised her sword. “Wait!” she said out loud, reaching up to halt Kevin. “Put your dagger away. Let’s go see what the matter is first.”
He looked at her, first in disbelief, then understanding. They slipped their weapons into their hiding spots and then stepped out of the circle of trees, onto the road, where a large cart was trundling, surrounded by armed guards. And on top, where chained prisoners sat, hunched, were Tatiana and Greg.
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Ava’s heart, jumped into her throat. What are they doing here? Her mind screamed, over and over again. How did they get into this world? Ava grabbed Kevin’s hand and gripped, only to feel he was shaking as well. They looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. They stood there, frozen while the cart slowed to a stop in front of them. Tatiana, checking sigh sight of them, screamed, “Ava! Kevin! Help us!” Greg whipped around, his face hard and cold with pain. He mouthed something, a word Ava didn’t catch.
“Who are you?” one of the soldiers surrounding the cart said, stepping forward till he was nose-to-nose with Kevin, ignoring Ava completely.
“Travelers,” Kevin replied stoutly, glaring the soldier down.
“Go on your way. There is nothing to see here.” another shouted from the other side of the cart.
“But that’s our friends you’re carrying!” Ava burst out, taking a step towards the cart.
“And what do we care? They attacked us on the road, demanding to know where we had taken a dame named Ava and a lad named Kevin.” The soldiers said their names slowly, curling his lip in the effort to say them correctly.
“That’s us!” Kevin said, stepping forward the edge of the cart, past the ring of guards.
“Well then you can hop right up there with em’ can’t ya’?” a soldier, with a southern accent said, his arm flourishing.
Kevin stuck his hand into his boot, slowly drawing out the dagger. “Oh I don’t think I will thanks.” he said, standing up, his knife out in full view. “I’m perfectly fine right here. And if you don’t let those people go, there are going to be some problems.”
Ava flinched, anger at Kevin and fear for Kevin coursing through her veins. Why is he so stupid? Why can’t he keep his mouth shut? Because’ another voice sang in her head. ‘Because that’s his weakness. There’s his weakness for you and his weakness for his friends.’
Kevin doesn’t have a weakness for me… she thought desperately, he can’t-
Her thoughts were cut short by Kevin shouting “Ava! I could use some help!”
She looked up, startled and found a full-fledged riot broke out at her feet. Quickly, she drew her sword, swinging, back and forth, her perfect strokes cutting warriors left and right. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, powering her fighting skills. Then it was over. She and Kevin, stood at the top of a small mound of wounded bodies.
But Ava didn’t care. Her eyes had found a sight that tore at her heart, causing tears to well up in her throat. Tatiana lay, her long brown hair flowing down her cheeks, her white tee-shirt soaked in blood. This is da ja vu. she thought, rushing to her side. This has happened to me before. Titi, her face pale from blood loss, looked at Ava, starry eyed. “I see the light Ava,” she whispered her eyes losing focus, then coming back again.
“Titi!” A new voice, a male voice, a voice full of pain now rent the air. And then Greg had pushed Ava aside, and was kneeling at her side, kissing her, slowly, long and sweet. “don’t die,” he said into her neck, tears cascading freely down his face. “don’t leave me.”
But she had, Tatiana McSouthers had died. Just like her older sister, Nina McSouthers had, on the night of her prom, the night her love finally kissed her.
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