is no way, the leader of the jungle people is going to leave the island.”
I groan because Grace is absolutely right. Convincing Adira to leave her people is no small task. This is the first time Adira and her people have had to fight devilins, and only one was needed to obliterate a decent amount of her warriors. In fact, now that I’m thinking about it, getting Adira to leave her home might be next to impossible because she will not only be leaving but coming along a journey with Grace. And because Grace has a tendency to insult Adira and her religion with exceptional ease, I might as well try my luck just politely asking Sethos to stop trying to destroy the world. There is no way my two sisters are going to fight alongside one another and trust the other to have her back.
I shake my head and pull myself out of my negative thoughts. I need to stay positive. I need to believe we can do this together. If I do not, Grace and Adira certainly won’t. I ask Grace if she has any ideas on what we can do to convince Adira to leave, but her answer is not only less than stellar, it is actually downright unacceptable. Kidnapping is not a solution no matter how much she tries to argue with me it is, and we certainly are not going to break into our sister’s home, drug her, bind her, and carry her off with us into the night unwillingly. We have to be able to work together as a team. Kidnapping is not going to make that happen.
Grace and I are forced to stop bickering over the dumbest plan that I will never allow to happen when we hear one of her people shout “Captain!” The people of Briza are beginning to enter the beach. Grace’s two men who had been wrapping the bodies have stopped and slowly backed away towards us. So far no arrows have started flying, so I think it is safe to assume these people did not come for a fight. The fact none of them are carrying any weapons further supports this.
Adira comes forward at the top of the cliff and looks down to see the four of us moving closer towards the water. When I see Adira, I instinctively start to walk towards her and the beach instead, but Grace grabs my arm. “Now isn’t the time, Lux,” she explains, “They came to mourn. The least we can do is give them this evening.”
A blaring horn from behind us goes off, and we see the small boat has come back to get us. Grace offers me a bed on her ship for the night, and I agree. It is not like there is anywhere else I can go. Grace says we can speak with Adira tomorrow, but for this one night, we should let them do what they need to. Once aboard Grace shows me to the crew’s quarters. When we arrive at one of the bedrooms, I am pleasantly surprised to see it is a decent size especially for a ship. Two beds are stacked on top of each other at either side of the wall, and this allows enough space for a couple of people to stand in between without hitting each other in the back.
The room she put me in is an empty cabin, and I realize the reason why after I settle in is because all four of the people that had been in this room are now wrapped in sheets in the bottom decks. Their stuff is packed inside the cupboards and drawers, and there are a few photos on the dresser built into the back of the room. I wish I had not looked at them. They were all happy pictures with friends and family. Photos of people they loved, people they wanted to protect. Now all four of those soldiers are gone. Our lives are so fragile down here. Those four soldiers woke up this morning and had no idea they were going to die. Tomorrow, if Adira does not cooperate, she might die. Or Grace. Or me.
I’m starting to freak myself out. I crawl into one of their beds and attempt to turn my mind off. The bed is soft, but I still cannot get comfortable. I’m nervous, sad, worried. There are a lot of emotions, and none of them are good. I hope Adira listens and understands. If she doesn’t, death of at least one of us cannot be avoided.
Chapter 8
I am
I groan because Grace is absolutely right. Convincing Adira to leave her people is no small task. This is the first time Adira and her people have had to fight devilins, and only one was needed to obliterate a decent amount of her warriors. In fact, now that I’m thinking about it, getting Adira to leave her home might be next to impossible because she will not only be leaving but coming along a journey with Grace. And because Grace has a tendency to insult Adira and her religion with exceptional ease, I might as well try my luck just politely asking Sethos to stop trying to destroy the world. There is no way my two sisters are going to fight alongside one another and trust the other to have her back.
I shake my head and pull myself out of my negative thoughts. I need to stay positive. I need to believe we can do this together. If I do not, Grace and Adira certainly won’t. I ask Grace if she has any ideas on what we can do to convince Adira to leave, but her answer is not only less than stellar, it is actually downright unacceptable. Kidnapping is not a solution no matter how much she tries to argue with me it is, and we certainly are not going to break into our sister’s home, drug her, bind her, and carry her off with us into the night unwillingly. We have to be able to work together as a team. Kidnapping is not going to make that happen.
Grace and I are forced to stop bickering over the dumbest plan that I will never allow to happen when we hear one of her people shout “Captain!” The people of Briza are beginning to enter the beach. Grace’s two men who had been wrapping the bodies have stopped and slowly backed away towards us. So far no arrows have started flying, so I think it is safe to assume these people did not come for a fight. The fact none of them are carrying any weapons further supports this.
Adira comes forward at the top of the cliff and looks down to see the four of us moving closer towards the water. When I see Adira, I instinctively start to walk towards her and the beach instead, but Grace grabs my arm. “Now isn’t the time, Lux,” she explains, “They came to mourn. The least we can do is give them this evening.”
A blaring horn from behind us goes off, and we see the small boat has come back to get us. Grace offers me a bed on her ship for the night, and I agree. It is not like there is anywhere else I can go. Grace says we can speak with Adira tomorrow, but for this one night, we should let them do what they need to. Once aboard Grace shows me to the crew’s quarters. When we arrive at one of the bedrooms, I am pleasantly surprised to see it is a decent size especially for a ship. Two beds are stacked on top of each other at either side of the wall, and this allows enough space for a couple of people to stand in between without hitting each other in the back.
The room she put me in is an empty cabin, and I realize the reason why after I settle in is because all four of the people that had been in this room are now wrapped in sheets in the bottom decks. Their stuff is packed inside the cupboards and drawers, and there are a few photos on the dresser built into the back of the room. I wish I had not looked at them. They were all happy pictures with friends and family. Photos of people they loved, people they wanted to protect. Now all four of those soldiers are gone. Our lives are so fragile down here. Those four soldiers woke up this morning and had no idea they were going to die. Tomorrow, if Adira does not cooperate, she might die. Or Grace. Or me.
I’m starting to freak myself out. I crawl into one of their beds and attempt to turn my mind off. The bed is soft, but I still cannot get comfortable. I’m nervous, sad, worried. There are a lot of emotions, and none of them are good. I hope Adira listens and understands. If she doesn’t, death of at least one of us cannot be avoided.
Chapter 8
I am
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