Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapters 2+3
Chapter 4
Chapter 6
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~Chapter 5~
Xylon trotted up to Grace in the rain. “Message from Silver.”
“Great, let’s get inside.” She motioned into one of the housing apartments. She read the note. “Ah, good. Two days until the meeting.” She rolled it up again and stuck it on a shelf. Xylon went off to find a place to shelter. Grace sat on her floor, back against the side of her bed. She wondered where Jack was, but knowing him, he would turn up sooner or later. Everyone was sheltering, trying not to get wet, since rain made fur and feathers smell musty and, well, wet. She pulled her journal from its hiding spot at the bottom of her shelf. What was it now, the middle of July? August? Darn, she’d been out here for several months…..
August 15 (?)
It rained today. Everyone is sheltering. I’m completely and utterly bored, but I did get a note back from Silver confirming that we need to talk. That should be good. Maybe then we can finally work together?
I can’t believe it…. In a few days school will start. I will not be there. I will be here, trying to keep the teenagers from all around the country together. It’s hard, but one day we’ll get out of here. You’ll see. We’ll find a chink in the fence. We’ll cut the electricity and go back into the world. I hope we’ll all be there to see that day….
She closed the book and stashed it under her pillow again, along with the only pencil she had. She stood up and paced around her small room. She remembered her parents. Her friends. Her little sister. All of which hadn’t seen her in at least five and a half months. She sighed at last, curling up on her bed, deciding to just…. Go to sleep.
The next day, the air was fresh and clear. The clouds had gone, and the fresh rain smell made the forest buzz with life.
Faith went outside and stretched, taking a few lung-fulls of the fresh air. “Hey, Hope.”
Hope poked her head out. “Yeah?”
“I think we should go for a fly. Enjoy the forest.” She smiled.
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” She came out and closed the door behind her. Pity they didn’t have locks.
They both stretched their wings out and jumped off the railing, launching into the air spectacularly. Hope quickly scanned the ground. No sign of Merlin. She finally smiled, at ease. They arched up, into the sky. They skipped in and out of the remaining clouds, pulling off turns and dives. This was pure enjoyment to them; sheer fun. They eventually flew next to each other, soaring on updrafts and drifting over the forest.
“This is great!” Hope smiled, exhilarated.
“I know, right?” Faith soared peacefully.
They smiled at each other, thankful for their unexpected friendship. Maybe I should tell her. She could give me comfort, tell me what seems to be the best option. “Faith, I-“ She was cut off by a dart zipping past her, its point sharp and buzzing with electricity. “Oh no.”
They both looked down. There was a group of four men, and three of them had taser guns. More tasers zipped their way. Automatically, they shifted into evasive maneuvers, zipping to and fro to keep from getting hit. They were being eased apart; whenever they tried to get back together more darts would zip between them. Suddenly, the firing ceased. Hope frantically looked for Faith, ready to take this opportunity to escape . She was a little ways off, staggering in her flight. A dart was sticking out of her wing, black and menacing.
Hope gasped. She started to fly towards her friend, but the darts began to fly again. “Faith!” She called.
Faith looked at her. “Hope…. Go, warn the others…. Don’t get caught, Hope!” She stammered as her wings ceased to work and she began to fall.
“No! FAITH!” She began to dive, only to get stuck in the arm. She quickly knocked it out and pulled up. She watched, helpless, as her best friend and partner crumpled, quickly taken by the enemy to experience whatever horrors they wanted to force on her. Hope shook her head in disbelief and quickly flew upwards, away from her pursuers. She attempted to soar back to the village, faltering slightly in her flight. It was only adrenaline that kept her in the air. When it came in sight, she realized just how dizzy she felt. She struggled to curve into the clearing. “Silver!” She called. Silver looked up from where she had been talking with another, who she thought was Sam, but could barely make him out. “Silver!” She called again as her wings quit working properly and she crumpled on the ground. “They got Faith… Silver, the white-coats got Faith….” She pleaded to Silver as she raced over, trying to keep the darkness from creeping in on her vision. The last thing she saw was Silver, her face tight and anxious, before she was consumed by a river of dark hopelessness.
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