And suddenly, her world flips upside down.
There is an awful darkness that looms over the Gates. Cerva’s gut wrenches; she knows something is awry. There had been an argument just as she arrived here and the tension never dissipated. It clung to the air like poison and it choked her for hours until she adapted and distracted herself. Magnus still harbored ill will and there was still some distress in Sahm’s gentle eyes. Day after day Cerva wondered, but she never asked. It was before she really decided to be here, to live here, so perhaps the information was disclosed.
But now, with eeriness floating on the wind and chilling her bones Cerva cannot subdue her curiosity any longer. She had heard the falcon’s screech in the sky just as she heard venomous words spatted soon after. What was said, she isn’t sure, but the ominous feel in her stomach inclines her to make a move, to leave her solitude behind.
Although hesitant at first Cerva finds whom she believes to be the King. No one has told her his name but he is the only one here. With a solemn sigh she had watched Magnus and Sahm run from the Gates without ever turning back, without even wanting to come back. Her heart was ripping; just when she found solace in company, they leave. They didn’t tell her why (she’s a nobody, so why would they?). With her brows furrowed she stops in front of him and licks her lips thoughtfully before finally asking, ”What happened?” Her head cranes back to look over her shoulder in the direction where the three had run and disappeared. ”Why did they leave?” A sense of foreboding kindles inside her. Is he, this King in front of her, the reason they abandoned the Gates? Is he so wrong, so terrible, that they saved themselves from him?
So where does it leave her?
She swallows past the lump in her throat as she wonders whether she’s in the lion’s den or if there is still a sense of hope for the kingdom.
Cerva