Terry posted an update: 1 year, 10 months ago
They ran along the stone wall, his hand gripped her wrist tightly and refusing the let go. There were shouts behind them and she spared a glance over her shoulder to see the palace gaurds giving chase.
”Jump, Sorel! JUMP!” The man dragging her shouted but gave her little choice, pushing her over the edge of the stone wall. She nearly screamed till she hit a hay cart below. He quickly followed suit and jumped out, pulling her along again.
Arrows flew at them, puncturing the ground around their feet. The red headed man turned and thrust his hand deep into the soil of the earth. It shook from his power until it cracked open and a wall made of jagged rocks burst up towards the sky, successfully providing a shield from the arrows until they made it into the woods.
”Russe, stop.” Sorel said breathlessly and bent over to catch her breath.
”Sorel, you alright?” He asked, turning to face her. He took her shoulders gently, pulling her back up and glanced over her for any wounds. She looked up and stared into his face. His brilliant red hair was as messy as ever and that damn cigarette that always hung in his mouth was smoking.
The prophet had foreseen this. He had explained that someone would come and ’rescue’ her from the palace. It was supposed to be a sign. A sign of the one who was capable of turning the revolution around, of winning the war and ending the reign of terror and discrimination against her people.
The prophet proclaimed that in doing so, the land would fall. Without the Queen and her army, the growing power of the neighbouring country would invade and conquer their lands.
”Sis? What’s wrong?” He asked, frowning at her silence. ”Did they hurt you? I’ll kill them…”
Sorel looked down at the stone that was in her hand, then back up at the red head. He blinked, looking down at the stone when it began to spark. His eyes widened.
There was a sickening sound when the stone mutated and burst outward like a spike. He made a strangled gasp.
”I’m sorry…” Sorel whispered, looking at her brother. He looked up at her with shock and betryal as his blood slowly coated her hand.
The cigarette dropped to the ground. Still smoking.