(Sky's POV)

I can only stare at the two people before me. At Jason, who has a confused and scared expression on his face. I can only stare..... at the blue eyes who hold a sword edge to Jason's neck. The blue eyes that belong to the King of the squids. I'm frozen as I take in his appearance. Brown hair, shortly trimmed and brushed back. Paler skin then me, wearing a cape with silver shoulder plates. But the face..... it's like looking into a mirror. My sword clatters to the ground, my body still stuck in a crouch. "Aw shit", I hear Mitch mutter behind me. The five of them must be just as frozen as me. I eventually stand up, my eyes still locked with my twin's own icy stare.

     "Little brother! What a pleasant surprise this is!", he calls out to me, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I say nothing. "Sky said that y-you died", Ty stutters. "Is that what he calls himself? Sky? Hate to break it to you, but my brother has no name", Adam chuckles. At this point, Jason is completely bewildered. He keeps looking to me, and then back at Adam. "What's going on? How are you still alive? Why are you trapping Jason?", Quinten snaps, sounding angry. This is so unlike him, that it partially snaps me back into the present. "He faked his death. Right in front of me. I never saw the blade hit......", I shakily force out, my voice sounding weak. Ian, as if just realizing my mood, puts a hand on my shoulder. "Why!", he snaps, "Why did you fake your death and use the squids to take over like this!? A few more years, and you would've been king! Why hurt so many!?".

     "You don't get it, do you?", Adam laughs, "Haven't you seen what our 'training' has done to my brother? He always listened. I saw what they were trying to do. I'm no puppet. Don't you understand that Nameless will do anything I say? He doesn't have a choice". There's that name again. My name. It seems like that's who everyone always wanted me to be. "Of corse he has a choice! He came with us kill you, and it doesn't matter who you are. You'll go down with the squids", Jerome growls.

"Is that so? I'm not going to bore you with my sob story, but I'm smarter then a stupid squid. I did notice when you took that outpost. Who do you think spread the word of my army moving away from the capital. You've flown right into the spider's web. I'm crushing the last of the resistance as we speak", Adam smiles. Is that how I look? Full of spite and hatred for what we've endured? Am I any better then him? Are my people dying because I lead them here? It seems that I let everyone down. I'm failing every task that I've been given, except for one. Adam is still alive.

     "Enough talk. Come on, Sky! We have a kingdoms to save", Mitch urges me, nudging my shoulder with his sword. Jason is still being held at knife point, my closest allies readying to fight behind me. My sword still lays on the polished floor. "Didn't you hear what I just said?", Adam asks, rolling his eyes, "He won't do anything without my say so. Nameless, come here". I don't move, as first. But then I do. I feel someone try to reach out and grab me, but they're too late. And soon, I'm looking down at my brothers feet. I listened to him. I have to.

     I don't think I want to listen. I hear Adam talking to the others, but it's like someone hit the mute button. I've always been told to be like my brother, better. But now that I'm here, doing what he wants me to, I don't like it. Jason catches my eyes. He has a terrified expression on his face. I keep looking at him as my thoughts wonder. I've been running from this for so long, that I don't know what it's like to fight. What was it that Mitch had said? 'Not until we get our Sky back'? It would take a miracle for me to do anything good. I'm just a reflection.

But I guess that even reflections change with the rippling water of a skipping stone. My thoughts stutter to a stop as I start looking around. Where am I? Who am I? I don't remember anything. Who is this that I'm standing next? Why is he holding a scared kid? There's even more people across the room that I don't recognize. Someone must have noticed my confusion, because all eyes are suddenly focusing on me. "Um.... hi? Could you tell m-me where we are?", I stutter out, uncomfortable with all their stares. Nobody says anything...... until someone in a checkered hoodie starts laughing. "Well, 'Prince Adam', meet Sky. Our insane leader", He laughs. Who's Sky? Is that me? I'm their leader? Who's the bad guy? I take another look at the person standing next to me. He is holding a sword to a kid's throat. The longer I look at him, the more I seem to dislike him. No, I hate him. And..... is he hurting Jason? That name, that thought. They must be important, because my hands are moving as if guided by an old memory. Two daggers appear in my hands. One dagger goes behind a sword and the other cuts the delicate tendons on the wrist.

All I remember right now is the time Jason made me a mud birthday cake, because no one else would. I can remember the duel I had with Mitch. The look on Ty's face when I pulled him onto my horse. Ian always kept me from killing myself. I can see Jerome pulling on the bars of a cell, right before I show up with the key. I can remember Quinten calling me a friend. The blurry figure of purple feels familiar to me. Everything else is out of focus, but I can feel all the rage and regret and betrayal that comes with looking at the person's face. But most of all, I can remember the people who are counting on me. I don't remember everything. But it's enough.

Adam hisses in pain and staggers back as I push against his sword. His left wrist is bleeding. Jason is free from sword point, and I quickly step in front of him. I hear footsteps coming up to help. "Stop. This is my fight", I say to them, looking behind me with a smirk. I face back to Adam, who's looking like he just swallowed a bucket of lime juice. "How are you going against your training!? It should be impossible", he snaps at me. "What training?", I giggle as we circle each other. Adam growls at me before lunging. I sidestep to try and get out of the way, but Adam's sword is swiping to the side just in time for the edge to graze my arm. He might be a better swordsman than me, but I have a few tricks up my sleeves. All the scratch did was make me even angrier.

     Before Adam can spin around to face me, I slam my foot onto his toes. He swipes at my side, missing by a hair as he retreats a few feet. Usually an opponent with a wrist injury hold their arm to their chest, but Adam is smart enough to keep it out for balance. He must of shifted his weight to his heel to keep from letting a slight limp show. And then I'm the one running forward. Adam raises his sword on the guard position, but doesn't expect it when I suddenly drop to my knees. My leg is kicking out into his kneecap before he can react. Adam inconveniently decides to tackle me. My shoulders hit the floor hard, a cracking sound making stars flash across my vision. It's all I can do to keep my daggers between Adam's sword and my skin.

I hear footsteps trying to come to my aid, but a loud bang signals the door opening up again. I take risk and look away. A group of squids flood the room, engaging my friends in combat. I'm on my own now. I bring up my knee between Adam's legs. He yelps and I quickly flip us over. Twisting my blades, I rip the sword away from his grip. It's the first time that I've ever seen him genuinely afraid. "N-Now, um Sky? Was it? I'm sure that we can talk things-", Adam stutters, but I cut him off.

"No! You listen to me! I won't talk with you, I won't let you control me. You can't", I growl at him, my face inches from his, "This world can't have both us, you don't belong here anymore! We can't both exist in this place. I've never wanted to hurt you, Adam, but you're forcing me to. You can't get rid of me now". I stare into Adam's eyes, my knife against his throat.

This is the end.