The Day after the Battle of Medora

"Laurel!" I hissed, gesturing madly towards the prison behind me. "We can't get caught. The stakes are too high."

"You think I don't know that?" Laurel snarled back, eyes darting around.

The forest nearby Taevarg loomed over us, darkness spreading as we ventured further in. Farran poked me hard in the ribs, pointing at Taevarg again.

"They have Taevarg under control." Farran whispered worriedly. "Keep moving."

We walk deeper and deeper into the forest, quietly trampling over grass and weeds as neared the heart of the forest. A ramshackle house, just about standing sat in a clearing. The door burst open, and a human female spray out, arms splayed open.

"Evander!" The woman cried gratefully, and ran into my arms.

"Mikayla!" Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes as I hugged her tightly.

A boom from far off sounded, and Farran swore. "They're celebrating." He sneered and spat onto the leg covered ground. "They're celebrating and our True King is gone."

Mikayla sat down suddenly, a hand on her belly. I rush forwards. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine." She replied.

The sound of footsteps behind us caused us to jump, and Laurel grabbed hold of my arm. "Inside the safe house. Now."

We all sprinted inside, Farran locking the door securely behind us as Mikayla threw open the trapdoor disguised cleverly with the floor. We leapt down swiftly, and the trapdoor clicked shut above us as we hurried along the passageway.

Relief flowed through me, knowing that Aven had made a safe house for his real followers. The ones he didn't have to Claim, the ones who followed him to the very end. The passage stopped at a door with rusty hinges. It squeaked loudly and we all winced as we dashed inside the bunker.

Bare adornments covered the room, only the necessities and a large trunk full of supplies. Farran stood up from where we had all collapsed inside the bunker. "Well, this is home for now."

Laurel butted in, "We have to find the rest. I know where Amalia and Caspian went and they probably know more."

"We know you're in there Rebels!" A voice boomed, travelling down the passage to us. We kept quiet, as still as possible and listened. A few more thumps and bangs erupted and we waited with bated breathe.

Exhaling as soon as they left, I spoke. "They go one thing wrong didn't they? We are the Elotre Garseth, the New Rebels and the Dark Night. We will fight for the True King, and we will fight for our future. No matter the cost."

And with a unanimous nod, the Elotre Garseth was truly born.

Alex

The room was white, and in the corner sat a man. A man I knew.