Destrian sat next to me, his hand on my back so that I could sit up properly and speak to him.

"Tell me, my dear Princess, how you came to be in such a place as this," Destrian's voice was like velvet, yet it dripped like honey - empty words falling from a deceitful tongue. Like Savana, I wasn't entirely sure if I trusted him yet or not, but I had to go with it for now and hope for the best.

"I ran away because I wanted freedom." I retorted. I wasn't exactly happy with my newfound freedom.

"And did you get what you wanted?" I turned to look at Destrian. There was something wrong about his eyes. They appeared to have no irises, black all the way through. I shivered involuntarily.

"No," An unearthly silence filled the ashen clearing.

"What if I granted you that freedom,"

What was he saying? Freedom was impossible, I couldn't even walk.


Who was this man who had strode in out of the blackened trees untouched by the flames? He had commanded me to do the very thing I knew I could not accomplish.

"I can't," I told him between gritted teeth. Before I could protest, he had stood and hauled me upright by wrapping an arm around my waist. He let go and I was left on my own two feet.

I couldn't believe it. I was standing. True, it hurt like nothing I'd ever experienced before but I could stand.

When I turned to look at Destrian, he had vanished. I had no one to thank for this impossible miracle.

"Savana?" I cried, looking about for her. I needed someone to tell me that this was really happening and it wasnt a figment of my tortured imagination.

The End

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