Chapter (64): Mast

How could they pass the wall while having the imps with them? Someone was helping them and he wished it wasn't related to one of the heads of their court.

"I hate warlocks."

People of that court used to call him a murderer, a soulless beast, a warlock that would pour blood without thinking twice but he always did it to keep them safe. He followed the orders that forced him to kill, the reason he was born for. He was abandoned to expose sword and die to keep his family safe, the family that he never felt the warmth and trust from them.

The Lord ceased the horse at the beginning of the village road, they had continued this path for over five hours to see this, smoke was around the village and the air, the trees, the sky, all at once were whimpering like the sounds of moans that was echoed from the village.

Riding to the gate that was half-ruined and its lumbers scattered around. John dismounted and tossed them away. He opened the path.

"Rave is nothing compared to his father!" Said, Hux.

People guarded against them but Elizabeth rushed between them shouting, "Stop!"

The tents were scattered around, they were broken, and could announce the feast here was uprooted and turned to a nightmare.

"Gods above! Why is she like this?"

Said Dorian Black who crossed the gate. Elizabeth's eyes fluttered on him. What the hell was he doing here?

"Elizabeth, are you okay?" Her uncle dismounted and roamed to her. She wanted to hug him and cry but those eyes were on her like she was a needy disturbing fly there not one of the champions that killed the imps.

"I am fine!" She looked down at her stench clothes and cloak that was torn to half.

Her uncle grabbed her arms, the girl was avoiding eye contact, "where is Ryan, darling?"

Elizabeth gulped, how could she say that he was hovering between life and death? How could she say that destiny had started a nasty game with all of them?

"Lord James, I think you must follow me."

Natasha came out of the way that the folk opened for her.

Hux jumped down the saddle and flashed to his sister. Taking a short glance at the dead man that was on a table in the middle of the square. He followed the Lord while Elizabeth couldn't push her legs to go inside again. She couldn't handle seeing Ryan again.

Her head was down when the big-sized boots and those leather ones stopped in front of her.

"Can you tell us what had happened here?"

The prince asked and Elizabeth rolled her eyes up.

"We killed an imp on the way of getting here and then a huge one arrived at the village but not alone. It had four young imps with it."

She pointed to the burned creature that smoke was streaming up from it as the rain hit it.

There were smaller imps that were slaughtered, remained there to be apparent to all the people. They were the clues of a disaster that had fatalities.

"We arrived late!" The bulky man mentioned, Elizabeth knew John McCain the famous butcher of Barson but what she couldn't understand was that what was he doing there?

While thinking about that, she felt the Prince gripping her arm and pulling her to a corner.

"Did you find the cure?"

Elizabeth frowned, kicking his feet but Wilmore ignored, not releasing her.

"I did, you wicked rascal, go pray that I promised her not to kill you. How could you hit her and run away?"

Wilmore hissed, this one! This one was on his nerves but he couldn't kill the one Luna loved the most.

"I talked to her about this, now I explain, the werewolf snatched her away. And believe me or not half of your scent is exactly like that Alpha female! Tell me, what are you?"

Elizabeth pushed her arm away, "that wasn't me! I am cursed too. I passed out that day when I felt her being hurt. I have witnesses."

She kept being pouted.

"Deal, are we sulk yet? Because I solved it with your sister! I will find the witch to break the curse."

The prince confessed to her.

Elizabeth's eyes drifted upon him. He thought that Ruby witch had cursed them.

"Don't bother to chase her! I asked about her, you are after a ghost, by the way, I doubt the rebels that you talked about are related to her. Someone was playing with you."

Wilmore's eyes enlarged. Why didn't he think about this aspect of the rebels? Why would a witch that could be compared to gods choose such a low way to trap him? But why did she drag him to Riva?

"Why do you say that? Why did she curse your sister?"

He felt something shivering and then sprinkling inside his heart.

"The faerie said that we can't understand whether she is wicked or not. I think time will reveal her intention. I am not tending to pick sword against the fate."

Elizabeth got her lesson today. In the morning, when she woke up and smiled at the cold, she couldn't even imagine that how tough her night would become.

She leaned on the mast. Her eyes were fixed on the ground. Water was dribbling down her hair and the rain suddenly stopped.

"Is he alive?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes and answered, "Yes, but hardly has been breathing."

"You are brave, I rarely saw someone like you. I could beg your uncle to let you be in my troop."

Wilmore tested her.

"I might not be as smart as my sister, your grace, but don't try me! I am not a murderer."

"Who knows? Days will come that you are going to learn why we kill some people."

Elizabeth opened her eyes and peered at him in marvel. He was looking at the dead man.

"How could those imps get close to us?"

Elizabeth studied his face.

"The smugglers and when I see them, I will make sure they will rest in cold graves."

So the faerie was speaking the truth, her power was strong.