Page 3 of A Broken Promise

At last, I raised my treacherous eyes to their hooded face just as they hissed.

“This.”

My brain short-circuited.

“There is a mistake,” I muttered, as the tightrope slid around my throat, almost choking me.

“Kahors are never wrong,freak,” the guard unshackling me sneered as he jerked my body out of the line.

“Please, take me. Let her stay!” A loud desperate scream erupted.

From Viyak, tears forming in his eyes.

My heart broke in a million pieces at that look.

My mind was in haze while panic ransacked my thoughts like a violent robber.

I grabbed Viyak’s callused hands as tight as I could.

“Please live, Vi, I will find my way back to you.I promise.”

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Astrong smell of pine trees enveloped us as we traveled in complete silence away from the Rock Quarries. The prison wagon resembled a large box and was made from thick, black metal with an underlying purple hue. There was a small door that we had to almost crawl through and only a few very small slits in the ceiling, barely large enough for the air to flow.

The metal was ice cold, even as the sun burned bright above us. At least this cold was refreshing amidst the summer heat.

A positive outlook. A solid attempt to combat the bleak and haunted mind of mine that was flash flooded with thoughts.

There were two tsunamis hitting my mind at once. One: Kahors thought they had tasted magic in my blood. And two: whether they were wrong or right, I was surely heading to face an unknown death.

I glanced at the two people in the wagon with me. The boy was still unconscious and bleeding, but the girl was staring back at me, her beautiful eyes full of terror and defeat.

“What are your powers?” I asked her, with subtle hope that maybe she had a plan to escape.

“I am a lower tier Creator. I can change the colors and sometimesshapes of things,” she replied, her voice shaking. “You?” Her eyes lowered to the floor.

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“I don’t have any.” There was no point in hiding the truth. “I didn’t think I had any magic in my blood at all until a few hours ago.”

“Even if you had all the powers in the world, this prison wagon is so thickly laced with magnesium that unfortunately, we are all useless,” she said, her voice filled with sorrow.

“Well, joke’s on them, because they’ve been lacing our food in the Rock Quarries with it anyway.” My mouth stretched into an uneven smile, but it fell flat as she lowered her head and sobbed.

There wasn’t anything I could say or do to comfort her. I slowly exhaled and rested my head against the wall. The cold was now reaching my bones.

Viyak.

Another wave of thoughts slammed into my soul.

We were a team. Even if we didn’t talk much, we somehow knew each other, understood each other, just from a single blink. We survived together, and now I was gone, and he was left behind.

“Do you know what he is?” I questioned the girl again.

I wasn’t sure if she felt like answering questions right now, but it was a better alternative than to sit still and drown in my thoughts, accompanied by her heartbreaking sobs.

“I am not sure. But from the looks of it, I’d guess he’s a Creator too.” She looked at the limp body in the corner. Creators were the most common Magic Wielders. They also were the most beautiful; their magic not only beautified the world, but its wielders too.

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