General left with Council Van Doren just after the breakfast. Somehow when they left all bodyguards left too and I was alone with my mind in the dining room.

Arawn looked like he lost all interests in me so he just left me alone without a word. For a second I looked how his dark figure walked on the cold white marble floor wondering what it would be to be that calm. My nerve ends didn't calm down. Everything my eyes saw was those little seconds before the blast.

I was walking, people around laughed wandering around and checking all the things for the holiday. I didn't remember how that happened. I know Monica and I wanted to watch a big ship getting into a harbour but before we could move a big light blinded me and explosion-filled my ears. No one saw it coming. No one rang a bell. No one warned. How did that happen?

"Your thinking face could destroy your ugly face," suddenly I smile and I don't look at my friends scattered around lying covered in blood.
"Thank you for that. I was just thinking about the bombs," I don't know why I told him the truth. Something inside me just wasn't ready for lies.
"Well that's.." he stopped, "unfortunate." He said finally and I raised my head. His dark hair was tied at the back a few wisps falling out and making his eyes look bluer. The black outfit was changed with dark pants and simple white shirt.
"I'm glade you can think about me instead of the explosion," a smile speed across his face but he turned serious again. I didn't see his mocking expression anymore.

"Come. You can enjoy my practice." He turned before I could answer and I rushed to come him.
"Practice? What do you think?" My eyebrows arched with confusion.
"As the word says. Practice. Doing something you intend to get good at." He spins his head before turning at me again.
"You really look dump with your stupid questions."
"Hey!" I yell, narrowing my face at him. "Not nice!" My mouth snap and I look around.

We are heading somewhere no one showed me in this court. The place is all covered in black ground, some props around the edges and a little sitting place above it all. There is some man sitting at ground looking at his gun. His head rise and I'm faced with dark grey eyes piercing into my soul.
"Who's that?" I ask my look still locked with his.
"My trainer. I think his name is Mahmut or something. I don't remember to be honest." Arawn's uninterested face turned to face his trainee and I had to laugh. 
"Morning Arawn! Glad to see you brought a company," a man smiles and I look at Arawn again. His eyes roll and he looks at him.
"Yes. Wonderful." He answers bored and turns to me.
"Darter or something I believe," he introduce us. For a second I look at him before burst out laughing.
"Dove my name," I answer and shake hands with the trainer.
"Told you it's some bird," he turned from us running toward the end of place.
"Maglic," he said smiling and shaking his head.
"Oh, Arawn said you are Mahmut or something." I laugh at Arawn's intentions and try to look at him. My eyes wander around but I don't see Arawn anymore.
"Nice to meet you. What brings you to us?" He asked politely looking at me.
"Actually General brought me here. I'm a survivor with a message on my hand." I show at my big white bandage and nod.
"Oh I'm sorry. I just head about that. I hope people are not injured." His face narrows and I had to nod.
"Initial number is that two hundred and fifty people is dead." I say flatly. My voice is dead just like everything inside of me. I don't feel comfortable to speak about that. It's my people. Persons I knew. People who ment me a lot.

"Mahmut come here I won't let you seduce my guest." Arawn yelled behind us and I jumped scared.

Maglic closed eyes for a second and when he opened them he seemed like everything is normal.
"Nice to meet you Dove," he answered finally looking at me.
"You too." I answer long after he is gone.

People live in delusion everything is okay just because come cupola is protecting them. But what about us? About people who risk their lives just to live another day? People who don't live in main capitols? Someone who fights for survivor, not for practice. They don't know that, and they don't try to know.

****

My eyes wander up and down as I'm sitting on the side of training court. For about hour, I think, I just sat there watching as Arawn and Maglic move around. Once Arawn won but not since that time. Maglic just won every single time. As Arawn was thrown on the ground I saw his expressions changing from anger, evil, and then to interest. He may not be the best but he intended on becomid one.

"It's so easy to get lost in their flow," my head turns to the right looking who said that. My eyes meet with the same girl from last night. This time she was wearing a white dress detailed with little flowers. She smiles at me and I smile too.
"Flow," I ask tapping a place next to me.
"Yes, flow. How they fight. How their moves come from easiest to the most complicated ones. Flow," she explained simply looking at me.
"You know, I never saw something like this. My town was never about war," I said truthfully and feel tears itching my eyes.
"Ah. Working for them made me one of the trainees myself. They want to secure everyone." She looked at me, her hands playing in her lap.
"Don't take this for a bad thing, but he is not mean, Arawn I mean, he just lost precious things." Her eyes narrow with sadness and she turns from him.
"Want to keep me company as I decorate the garden."
I nod, looking her in the eyes.
"I'm Dove by the way."
"Dalia," she whispers taking one last glance at Arawn.

***

"You know I think I'm getting better at this." Dalia showed at big bunch of flowers she was supposed to plant. I tried to help her but she didn't allow me.
"Sure you do," I answer tapping a ground next to my feet. We were just behind the big house of Van Doren's and I just saw that house is actually big.

Three wings spread in the different sides forming a triangle and a big garden in the middle of house. Two floor hight building in front of me reminded me on the hospital more than the house. It was white, all in stone and nice, clean pathways. Daria and one other made took care of it.

We were in the back garden planting all flowers. She wanted to create magic with them, as she told me.

The air around us was filled with bees flying around our flowers, and little of a laugh as she told me stories of her growing up in here. She knew about the war, but she decided to ignore it. It's no use to worry about it if you can't change something about it. But I could. Letters carved in my skin reminded me of that. I could change something, only if General Caius was here. She could see my memories, take me to a doctor and catch a person responsible for all of that.

"What do you think?" She said suddenly my eyes widening as I observed gentle flowers in the soil.
"Beautiful," I whispered touching little petals.
"Oh thank you Dovie!" She suddenly hugged me her arms tight around me. I smiled at her as she looked at side.
"Let's have some lunch, I'm sure General and Sir will be back soon."
I nodded listening her. He could come.

Tangling under the bandage reminded it's time for my cure but then I remembered I don't have. General had it with himself. Doctor gave it to him, not me.

"Dalia, do you know did General left my medicine to someone?" I observed her blue eyes but she waved away.
"As much I know, no, but we could check with Andrea."
"Let's check." I answer as she opened back doors to this building.

Once again I lost my steps wandering around. Decor in the house leaves people without a breath. I was faced with natural sized portret of family Van Dorin and Daria told me who everyone was. Council's wife was Isabella a tall woman in golden dress, a young man next to her was Galius, Arawn's father and a woman next to him was his mother Sophie. A nice little family but she didn't mention where they were now. I didn't ask either.

As she opened kitchen doors I hear rushing near the doors and see Arawn and Maglic speaking with an older woman.
"Andrea did General left Dove's medicine?" Dalia asked at her. She turned with a smile on her face and shook her head.
"Sorry, but no."
"What happened princess? Can't take little dose of pain?" And of course, Arawn's comment didn't go missing.
"Wonderful, you know from an experience?" I raise my eyebrows smiling.
"Just wondering," he answered sliding past me, but not before he hit me with his shoulder.
"He is just angry he lost seven times," Maglic said and smiled, "he will come his way." He nodded at all of us before turning.
"It was my pleasure my ladies, but I need to go now. Enjoy the rest of the day." He bowed a little a smile dancing on his lips.
"Have a nice day," Andrea and Dalia said and waved at him.
"Hungry?" Dalia turned to me and I nodded. But before I could say anything a sharp voice echoed through the house.
"Dove!" I spin on my heel watching as General approached us.
"Ready to go?" He said sharply his voice cold, and calculated.
"Always." I answered turning to face Dalia.
"It was nice meeting you," I hugged her and waved at Andrea. She hugged me oto and I turned to General.

He was already making his way towards the doors before I caught on him.
"Will we be coming back here?" I asked to his back.
"No." He answered sharply and exited the court.