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head. “Yes, sir.”
    “Cesar heard Fire scream and we tried to find
you two, but we didn’t know where you had gone.”
    “We were attacked by archers initially, but
managed to get away from them only to run into a trap with three
others,” Favian said, “We must speak to Macon immediately.”
    Master Sean nodded his head and held his
hands out for our horse’s reins. “Go, I’ll tend to your
mounts.”
    We dismounted and ran to the building to find
Father and Mother arguing with Master Martin and Macon. “Father!” I
yelled.
    Father and Mother turned and then something
hard hit the back of my head. I tried to see who had hit me, but
the hit was perfectly executed and it knocked me unconscious.
     
    ~~~~
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    “Let me out!” I yelled angrily from where I
was chained to a stone wall in the darkest dungeon cell in the
Elves’ kingdom.
    I’d woken up an hour earlier to find myself
chained and alone in the dungeon. Having played here a lot as a
child it hadn’t taken me long to figure out where I was. The dirt
beneath me was cool and clean and the chains on my wrists and
ankles were warm against my skin. I didn’t know how they had gotten
me from the Academy to the dungeon without me waking up, but no
matter how it was done, I was thoroughly pissed off.
    “I demand that you let me out!” I yelled
again. I jerked against the chains, hoping they might be old and
the bolts would be loose, but no such luck. These chains were
enchanted and I had no chance of breaking them. Luckily there
weren’t any rats at the moment to pester me.
    I looked around the cell and spotted the
bucket that I was to use as a restroom and sighed loudly. “Couldn’t
you have at least given me a bigger bucket?” I asked no one.
    The chains were long enough that I could walk
around, but since I couldn’t walk out of the cell I simply used the
bucket and then sat back down against the wall. It wasn’t
embarrassing like some would have thought since I had been in worse
situations and had had to use worse areas as restrooms.
    A reflection of light appeared against the
outside of the cell, which meant that someone was coming with a
torch in my direction. I listened for footsteps, but of course the
elves had silent footsteps and so I couldn’t hear anything.
    “Are you done yelling?” Kato asked from the
doorway.
    “No!” I screamed at him, “Not you too! Please
Kato, let me out of here. How can you let them torture me so?”
    “They are protecting you Marin. You would see
that if you weren’t so busy being angry that they knocked you out
and brought you here,” he said as he opened my cell and stepped
inside. One of the maids was with him, holding the torch while Kato
held a long silver tray which had food and drink on it.
    “Is this my last meal?” I asked crossly.
    “Calm your anger. It’s not becoming of a
lady,” Mother said as she stepped inside the cell behind Kato.
    I stood up and jerked at the end of the
length of the chains. “I’m not a lady!” I screamed at her. “I’m a
fighter! I’m a mercenary!”
    “You are in no shape to yell at me,” she said
with a straight face. “I’m sorry that you are upset, but yelling
will not change your current situation.”
    “What will?” I asked her.
    “You agreeing to drop out of the Academy and
not pursue the life of a mercenary,” she said straight-faced.
    “No,” I told her adamantly, “Never.”
    “You have proven that females can attend the
Academy as well. You have proven that women can be mercenaries. You
have proved your point,” she said angrily.
    “I never wanted to prove a point. That is not
the reason I joined at all,” I told her honestly, “I only wanted to
live my life. I am not a lady. I am not made to wear dresses and
prance around the castle. I am made to fight and kill and maim. I
am a killer,” I told her, “and chaining me up down here won’t
change that. Nothing you do will change that.”
    “You choose your life,”

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