~Burdon~

I woke up on a bed. Ava was sitting next to the bed I was laying on, she was holding my hand. Her head was against the bed as if she was asleep. I just laid there until I heard Ava waking up.
"Aeri? You're awake?" asked Ava, as she was standing up.
I nodded.
Ugh, everywhere I hurt.
Ava came back with a icepack and placed it on my forehead. I looked down and saw that I was covered in bandages.
"You're going to be okay," reassured Ava, patting my arm.
I smiled-I tried to smiled, at least I tried. Ava combed her fingers through my hair, but I didn't resist this time-I don't like it people combed their fingers through my hair, but I enjoy it when she does it-and I fell back to sleep.

I opened my eyes. I saw that I was back in the Dream. At least in the Dream I can't feel the horrible pain that my body is feeling right now, so the Dream is like a refuge from the terrible pain.
I saw someone. It was my father. "Father?!" I asked, in shock.
"Hello, son," said my Father with his arms outstretched, ready for a hug. I ran to my father and hugged him.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"I don't know." I tried to figure that out, but it was hard to figure that out because all I saw was caves and cells.
"What was the last place you were at before you were taken?" asked my Father.
"Two miles north of the Varden." My Father nodded. "Where are you?" I asked.
"Searching for you. I have to go now, before someone suspects something. I'll see you soon. I love you, my son."
"I love you too, Father. I'll see you soon." With that, my Father faded away. 'Soon. I'll see you soon. I'll be able to get out of this place soon,' I thought. I closed my eyes and woke up.

I opened my eyes and I saw Ava standing over me.
"You hungry? Thirsty?" questioned Ava.
Despite the pain I was in right now, I was hungry and thirsty. I nodded my head. Ava fed me food and gave me some water. It hurt to even move.
"Do you have any idea where we are?"
"No, but I have a feeling that someone is coming to help us escape," I replied. Ava, noticeably, made a forced smile. Someone came in. It was Veent.
"What do you want?" snapped Ava.
"I want to see the dragonrider," said Veent, as if it was obvious.
"He cannot have visitors at the moment."
Veent looked annoyed, really annoyed. "When can he have visitors?"
"When can we leave?" retorted Ava. Veent growled, then stomped away. Ava turned back to me. "Well, that was strange. Did you see how he growled at me like he was a animal?"
"Ava, Veent is a Wirewolf-he's not human."
"Well that explains a lot," said Ava-not being sarcastic.
I shrugged and went back to sleep. I heard a commotion above me and, then, I was being picked up. I was too confused to make any sense out of it. I went back to sleep again.
When I woke up I was, surprisingly, not still at the cell, but on my bed-the tent which was in the Varden.
What happened? Am I dreaming? I thought.
"Nice to see you awake," said someone. It sounded like my Father. I turned my head and saw it actually was my father.
"Am I dreaming?" I asked. My father chuckled, as well as Malhaw, and Ava.
My father shook his head, no. "We came and rescue you while you were asleep. We'll let you rest," explained my Father, shooing everyone out.
Right before I fell asleep, Ava kissed me on the forehead.
I was injured, so I had to stay on my bed. I ate, drink, sleep, and someone read me a book. Ava will visit me once I woke up, so I didn't get lonely. It was the usual routine when I, yet again, got injured. After a month or so I was able to get off my bed. I sparred and did my usual routine-when not bedridden.

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~Valln~

I kept my head low, not wanting to be noticed. But it was hard for everyone-or anyone-not to stare at me, with wounds and all. Surprisingly, King Jazer had been nicer than he usually is-when he's giving punishments. I had a few broken ribs, split lip, a black eye, a broken arm, I had a limp, I was whipped a few times-I hurt all over. Some guards were 'escorting' him to his room-they were manhandling me and dragging, almost carrying me, to my room.
Once they were inside the room they pushed me onto my bed. I didn't mind I wanted to sleep anyway, but I didn't get to because one of the guards hit me in the side.
"Look alive, the King is coming," informed one of the guards, presumably the one who hit me.
I stood up, well sat up. King Jazer came in to the room, and told the guards to wait outside.
"Valln, what am I going to do with you? Failed multiple times in capturing the dragonrider. Now the question that remains is: what am I going to have to do with you?" 'asked' King Jazer. He was obviously thinking out loud, and he didn't like being interrupted when thinking out loud, so I stayed quiet. "If only I could find those creatures, I could win the war easily."
I wanted to asked King Jazer what were the creatures, but I didn't want to get slapped for interrupting him.
King Jazer started rubbing his chin. "I'll think farther on this matter, meanwhile you will stay on this bed and rest," ordered King Jazer and he left.
I knew that reason he wanted me to 'stay on the bed and rest,' it wasn't because he cared for me, but because it was so I was able to do whatever he wanted-or to torture me again. And when I got to my bed I laid down on my bed and I couldn't help but fall asleep.

***

~Burdon~

I had so many scars, unlike most men I didn't like showing them off-I liked to keep them hidden. I didn't worry about it too much before-when most of my scars I really didn't have to hide-but now I have a lot of scars, so I have to cover them up. Actually I don't have to I just don't want to show off my scars, like most of the men in the Varden do. I had around twenty-one scars-luckily most of my scars were on my back or legs so they were easier to covered up than some of my scars. If I stretch the wrong way the scars will opened up and bring me excruciating pain. Sometimes it is so painful that I actually black out. One time I was sparring with Malhaw, and I stretched the my scars on my back the wrong way, and I blacked out. After that I had to go, and I quote, "slow, steady and very cautiously."
A healer is setting to the scars on my back-again-because they opened up, again. Honestly, I was so tired of species coming at me and injuring me, then I have to lay in bed until I heals. Just as the healer was about to leave, Ava stood at the entrance. "May I come in?" asked Ava.
I nodded in response.
Ava walked inside, fidgeting as if nervous about something. "Can I speak to Aeri alone?" inquired Ava, obviously to the healer. The healer hesitated, but then left. Ava sat down next to me while I lay on my bed. "How are you feeling?"
"One of my scars on my back opened up again," I informed her, as if that explains everything. Well, it kinda does actually.
"Oh, I'm sorry," apologized Ava.
"It's not your fault."
"But it is, I would've help you escape earlier and you wouldn't be in this situation."
"Ava, I'm just glad we're out of there," I reassured her.
Ava, noticeably, gave a forced smile. "There's one thing I don't understand."
"What?"
"You could've stopped them, but you didn't," commented Ava, with her head tilted to the side-as if she was studying a interesting animal, which I guess is me, sadly.
"What do you mean?" I asked, fearing what she would say.
"You have LB217-bloodline of werewolf-you could've stopped them but you didn't. Why?"
And that is what I was fearing! "Ava, why would you asked such things? I mean come on-"
"Don't pretend I'm crazy! I know you're a werewolf! I just want to know why didn't you fight them when you were clearly stronger than them."
Without thinking I said, "I didn't want to end up hurting you."
"So you're admitting you're a werewolf?"
I shook my head, remembering one of the first lessons, 'Admit to nothing. Especially when they ask if you're a werewolf.'
"No, I just didn't want you to get hurt if I tried to escape."
Ava just made a sound that sounded like "hmm." She stood up and pressed lightly on my back. Pain flared up my spine, and I yelped, but I didn't fight against her-not wanting to hurt her. She hit my back again, only this time harder. I moaned. Again she slammed her hand down on my back harder. I groaned.
Harder and harder each time she pressed. I had no idea why she was doing this. Then she pounded on my back, but this time she put her full body weight on to me. I screamed so loud that the healer-obviously-and everyone outside came running in.
"Aeri?! Are you alright?!" demanded the healer, worried. I just groaned. "What did you do?!" I heard the healer asked Ava, suspiciously.
"Nothing, I-"
"Did you press on his back?!" And before Ava could respond, the healer said, in her sternest voice ever "I have to asked you to leave."
"What?! But I-"
"Leave!" ordered the healer, pointing to the door. Ava, well she walked out of the tent. The healer ran to me. "Are you okay?! Where does it hurt?! Is everything alright?! What did she do to you?!"
"My back," I groaned. The healer took off my bandages and told someone to get new ones while she put medicine on my back. She rubbed some of the medicine on my back, and put the new bandages on me-which someone handed to her while she was applying the medicine on my back. I fell asleep soon afterwards.

"Stop! Somebody stop that boy!" the lady behind me screamed as I dashed out the white room, out the white wooden door and into the white corridor-you can tell that they are very creative with their colors.
With adrenaline pumping through me, like the heart pumps blood through the body, I ran through the hallway towards where, hopefully, the exit lies.
Like a beacon, I saw the bright green letters spelling 'Exit' on top of a door at the end of the passageway. Only several feet-around hundred to three hundred feet away-away from the exit-from freedom.
My freedom.
Blessed freedom.
But the thudding feet behind me could prevent me from gaining that freedom if I don't reach the door soon.
Fifty feet left.
Pounding feet are closer than before.
"Adolph, get back here this instant!" yelled the same woman.
I risked a look behind me to see that she had, at least, a half a dozen of intimidatingly bulking men following her like a dog follows its master-or mistress.
Oh, how lovely, I thought bitterly, and I continued on running as fast as I could.
Twenty feet.
Close.
Very close.
The feet were near, approaching quickly. I could feel their hands attempting to grab at me, trying to force me down.
Ten feet.
I can practically taste the freedom. And I love it. I can't wait to be free.
"Catch him!" ordered the Mistress.
Mistress.
I shivered. I rather hate her, or greatly dislike her. She haunts my nightmares, each and every night. I awake up screaming in the middle of the night because of her.
Five feet.
Faster, run faster! I ordered myself. You're almost free!
Three feet.
I felt a hand almost caught me.
"Get him, you imbeciles!"
Two feet.
I reached my hand out for the door handle, and I started to turn the handle when a voice screamed out.
"Adolph, STOP! Stop this instant!"
Against my wishes, my hand slip off of the handle. And my lower half of my body froze, as if it was ? in cement. I screamed at myself to move, but it was useless.
"Now... Step away from the door," ordered the Mistress.
Without my authority to do so, my feet began walking backwards. My body took four steps back before I felt hands grab my arms, holding me in place.
The Mistress appeared in front of me. "What have I said about running away?"
"To not to."
"Then why did you do it?"
"Because I wanted to be free."
"Too bad," replied the Mistress, smirking. "Because you're mine."

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Question(s) of the chapter: Did you guys expect it to be a different person than Evlât or Ecoè? Because it was! Yes, yes, indeed it was. Yup-ah-dee-yup-yup! And did you awesome people notice the newish character? Don't worry, she'll be back... eventually and maybe Burdon will even meet her...

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