another woman, no a girl, standing with the blonde, holding a shield around them like a safety bubble.
I’d seen her face before, at the moment of my recognition, I heard Ben scream in agony, begging his lost daughter to come back to him.
I looked to Ben seeing he was in no immediate danger then to where he was looking; the girl standing at the pale blonde’s side was Garrett’s sister, the girl from the fuel station.
Ben’s daughter.
Ben ran for her, screaming her name, calling her to him as he closed on their position, but she stood firm, tears rolling down her face.
“I love you Dad!” She screamed.
He dropped to his knees weeping. The pale blonde cut the air with her hand, grabbing the girl by the hand as they stepped through the cut she’d made into the physical and were gone in the blink of an eye.
I dropped to Ben’s side hugging him as his strong shoulders bobbed, in anguish.
Garrett stood before his father, covered in blood, the sickle hanging from his back dripping as he knelt down in front of his father clutching him.
Ben’s silent cry turned to a wail.
For the daughter he had lost, and the son who found him.
CHAPTER 22
Jasper left us and began helping search for survivors, when the call came up that the Militia had left behind a lot of items of use.
I was ecstatic, the more we have the more we can use to gather Intel to find out who is really behind this whole mess and stop them.
The Militia apparently didn’t intend to leave, let alone lose; they believed us out numbered 5:1, uncoordinated, and easily beaten.
How wrong they were.
I could see Jasper, Blaine, and Luke talking to one of the guys who was running messages from down the hill back up to us. They began making their way down the hill with the guy toward what looked like huge crates near the tents.
I sat on the ground next to Ben, shoulder to shoulder, who was in shock due what had happened.
I’d never been aggressive in my life, out spoken…Yes…But to full on attack people when I was clearly out-numbered and out skilled. No, that wasn’t me, at least not who I was.
But no one deserved to die like those who had fallen today.
I looked back to Ben sitting on the ground; Garrett still hugged him, he locked eyes with me searching, drinking me in his gaze as if he had been stranded in the desert and I was the very last drink of water. He looked down right thirsty.
Jasper called my name as he approached.
“You may want to sit back down for this , he said all serious.
I complied. Jasper knelt down in front of me. I knew it had to be bad news.
My heart pounded in my chest. My mouth suddenly went dry, horrible images of my mom flew through my head, that was until Blaine and Luke walked up with a man I remembered from my childhood, a man I had thought dead until recently.
I couldn’t breathe; it was like my body forgot how to function in his presence.
Standing before me was my Father, Dillon D’Crey.
I could have been a statue for all he knew, I didn’t move one inch, not even to blink.
He was bloody and beaten, and wearing a Militia uniform.
I watched detached as he walked to me, tears streaked through blood and dirt on his swollen face.
He fell to his knees before me, reaching out his hand to touch my face. I flinched, as his fingers brushed across my face.
Garrett and Jasper both moved closer to my side.
“Reighlyn?” He asked, searching my face for recognition, desperately.
Everything was buzzing, there was so much that I wanted to say.
“Dad?” I whispered, and he began to bawl like Ben had been, but for the daughter he found instead of the one Ben had lost.
“Your Mom, where is your Mom?” He asked breathlessly.
“Inside with the others.” He nodded, understanding that my mother would have stayed in the safety of the caves considering she had no gifts and was better suited to caring for wounded, then shooting a bow or wielding a sword.
He stood reached out his hand to me waiting for me
I’d seen her face before, at the moment of my recognition, I heard Ben scream in agony, begging his lost daughter to come back to him.
I looked to Ben seeing he was in no immediate danger then to where he was looking; the girl standing at the pale blonde’s side was Garrett’s sister, the girl from the fuel station.
Ben’s daughter.
Ben ran for her, screaming her name, calling her to him as he closed on their position, but she stood firm, tears rolling down her face.
“I love you Dad!” She screamed.
He dropped to his knees weeping. The pale blonde cut the air with her hand, grabbing the girl by the hand as they stepped through the cut she’d made into the physical and were gone in the blink of an eye.
I dropped to Ben’s side hugging him as his strong shoulders bobbed, in anguish.
Garrett stood before his father, covered in blood, the sickle hanging from his back dripping as he knelt down in front of his father clutching him.
Ben’s silent cry turned to a wail.
For the daughter he had lost, and the son who found him.
CHAPTER 22
Jasper left us and began helping search for survivors, when the call came up that the Militia had left behind a lot of items of use.
I was ecstatic, the more we have the more we can use to gather Intel to find out who is really behind this whole mess and stop them.
The Militia apparently didn’t intend to leave, let alone lose; they believed us out numbered 5:1, uncoordinated, and easily beaten.
How wrong they were.
I could see Jasper, Blaine, and Luke talking to one of the guys who was running messages from down the hill back up to us. They began making their way down the hill with the guy toward what looked like huge crates near the tents.
I sat on the ground next to Ben, shoulder to shoulder, who was in shock due what had happened.
I’d never been aggressive in my life, out spoken…Yes…But to full on attack people when I was clearly out-numbered and out skilled. No, that wasn’t me, at least not who I was.
But no one deserved to die like those who had fallen today.
I looked back to Ben sitting on the ground; Garrett still hugged him, he locked eyes with me searching, drinking me in his gaze as if he had been stranded in the desert and I was the very last drink of water. He looked down right thirsty.
Jasper called my name as he approached.
“You may want to sit back down for this , he said all serious.
I complied. Jasper knelt down in front of me. I knew it had to be bad news.
My heart pounded in my chest. My mouth suddenly went dry, horrible images of my mom flew through my head, that was until Blaine and Luke walked up with a man I remembered from my childhood, a man I had thought dead until recently.
I couldn’t breathe; it was like my body forgot how to function in his presence.
Standing before me was my Father, Dillon D’Crey.
I could have been a statue for all he knew, I didn’t move one inch, not even to blink.
He was bloody and beaten, and wearing a Militia uniform.
I watched detached as he walked to me, tears streaked through blood and dirt on his swollen face.
He fell to his knees before me, reaching out his hand to touch my face. I flinched, as his fingers brushed across my face.
Garrett and Jasper both moved closer to my side.
“Reighlyn?” He asked, searching my face for recognition, desperately.
Everything was buzzing, there was so much that I wanted to say.
“Dad?” I whispered, and he began to bawl like Ben had been, but for the daughter he found instead of the one Ben had lost.
“Your Mom, where is your Mom?” He asked breathlessly.
“Inside with the others.” He nodded, understanding that my mother would have stayed in the safety of the caves considering she had no gifts and was better suited to caring for wounded, then shooting a bow or wielding a sword.
He stood reached out his hand to me waiting for me
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