the rebels have come in FLOCKS , each as angry and upset as the last , attempting to charge past , attempting to stop the inevitable . the troopers have managed to contain the majority , but the occasional one still breaks free , running to what ends up being their death ; shot down , tossed aside , discarded . somehow , the girl that comes barrelling in his direction misses the blasts , managing to make it just in front of him before the soldiers manage to grab hold of her , two on each side , attempting to haul her back to the rest of them . she yells something . teeth bared , eyes filled with fire , and it’s only then that he really looks at her and realises who she is .
a chill runs through him despite the temperate spring air , face dropping behind his mask . it can’t be her . he tells himself . she’s dead . and yet , he’s certain it couldn’t be anyone else . waving his hand in the air , he calmly stops his troopers with a sharp “ wait , ” before stepping slowly towards her , dark eyes boring into her . this is likely to be a mistake ---- there’s absolutely no good that could possibly come out of this . but he needs answers . he needs to know how , but more importantly , why , the prevelian princess was standing before him alive . “ if she is their leader , i want her brought inside . ” he says . “ she will be vital in this process . ”
