Sage dragged herself to her bed and threw her arm over her eyes, shielding them from the light. Her body felt limp and lifeless. She was weak and fragile. Her head pounded, she couldn't face anyone like this. Surely she could spare five minutes to recuperate. Blue was trapped under the watch of Baron's men and she had stopped the storm from happening.

A knock at the door made her head pound even worse. “Enter,” she grumbled only it came out as an incomprehensible slur.

Saffron opened the door and made his way over to Sage. He appeared more put together, less disheveled than usual. His shirt was neatly tucked into his trousers, and his hair was tossed into a neat pony tail.

Sage grinned in spite of herself. Having a conversation with Saffron in his rare sane state was like talking to a stranger.

She propped herself on her elbows and motioned for Saffron to sit at the foot of the bed. She hated anyone seeing her like this; weak and in pain, but supposed if anyone had to  see her she was glad it was Saffron.

“My Lady,” He spoke calmly. “I don't want to alarm you, but I have growing suspicions about our friend Pierson. I felt I should bring them to your attention.”

Sage smiled. What twelve year old boy wasn't suspicious of one thing or another? “Please humor me. What is it you suspect him of?”

Saffron's shoulders sagged. “I saw him outside and-

Before he could finish his train of thought the door to Sage's room was thrown open.

Drakmor stood there taking up a good chunk of space in the door's frame. Sage shot him an annoyed look. He ignored her and turned his attention towards Saffron. “Is it true?” Drakmor demanded.

Saffron shook his head. “Is what true?”

“Are you really Demitrius's brother?” Drakmor asked growing impatient

Sage managed to sit up.“Don't be insulting Drakmor! Of course it's not true Blue was only trying to phase us!”

The room grew quiet. Why wasn't Saffron defending himself while he had his sanity intact? Sage wondered. She let her eyes drift towards Saffron. He stared down at his hands folded in his lap. He remained quiet. Sage grew nervous. “Tell him Saffron. Tell him Demitrius isn't your brother!”

The End

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