"Thomas!" I looked around, trying to see in the flickering light of the fire. "Thomas!" Where had that kid gone? All the others had already come back from whatever they had done. I turned and saw a passageway that lead between two of the altars. I peered into it and saw Thomas standing there with a man. They were talking and I could see the firelight glinting off the man's sword. Thomas was in danger.
I turned invisible and began to sneak up on them, sword in hand. When I had gotten close enough I slashed downward, trying to strike the man. He must have felt the rush of air because he dodged to the side. But being invisble gave me an edge. I slashed his arm and was about to strike again when Thomas sent a ball of water that knocked the wind out of me.
"Thomas," I said after getting my breath back, "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing? This man is going to lead us to the lords."
I shook my head trying to get water out of my ears. "Listen, Thomas. How do you know that he is not lying?"
"He's one of the rebels." He gestured to the man, who raised the sleeve on one of his arms. There was a brand mark on his arm.
"You see," the man said, tugging his sleeve down again, "When the palace was compromised, the lords moved to a safehouse."
"Where?" I crossed my arms.
"Underneath the temple. There is a large chamber, and right now they are trying to bring their power to the fullest strength."
"How do you know this?"
"I was a guard. That is, until the found out I was a rebel. If I had had powers they would have killed me."
"Roland?" Gwen ran up to me, then looked at the man.
"Who is he?"
I tightened my grip on my sword. "He is the one that is going to lead us to to the final battle."