253 Decisions Decisions

"Who will weep for the fallen angel? Elero's death is imminent."

"What do you think we should do about this?" Thomas asked, staring ahead at the general as he led the duo down the stone stairs. "We need her and she is our friend."

"I know but…I don't know," Frey whispered back. Their feet met grass as they arrived at the oasis and continued around the shallow lake. Frey read through the note again, resisting the urge to rip it up and stomp on it. "Maybe the person behind the notes is lying to us. We don't even know who this guy is."

"He was right before," Thomas shoved the other note into Frey's hands, which still had bits of ash on it. "And it doesn't matter if the second note is a lie. This is an incoming threat that we have to deal with, because clearly the writer of the note isn't going to help her. She doesn't have any allies besides us either."

Frey cursed under his breath. "How much time do you think we have?"