☾Order of the Moon☽

☾✩☽Chapter 7☾✩☽

"No! Let me see her!" I hear Kyrus shout. I opened my eyes, my ears slightly ringing. What happened? 

I sat up from the bed, I looked around, I was in the medical tent again. Only that I was alone, a few meters away I saw Zywea. She noticed I was awake, she turned to look at me, giving me a warm smile, but behind the smile, something hid. She walked out of the tent. Suddenly two men in navy blue Al kina's walked in, Kairu assassins. "Can she walk?" the taller one asked Zywea. She nodded. The both of them approached me, I stood up and took steps backward. What have I done? did I kill someone?

I couldn't quite recall what happened. "Come," the assassin that talked to Zywea earlier said. "What? what is happening? I didn't-" before I could continue what I said, the both of them held me by the arm, leading me out of the tent. The morning sun hit my face. I opened my eyes, people of the army gathered around, Kairu assassins lining up, clearing the pathway, leading to a black carriage. What is happening? why am I being taken away by the King's personal guard?

As I walked I saw Kyrus running to me, Harry and Cam behind him, trying to stop him from breaking through the assassins. My eyes filled with worry. "No!" I shouted as I struggle to break free from the assassin's grip. "Let me go!" I shouted. "Vi!" Kyrus shouted reaching his hand out. "Kyrus!- stop it let me go!" I said as I tried to break free again, I was angry, I bit one of the assassin's hands, to my surprise I got free. I ran to Kyrus as fast as I could. We promised to never leave each other. I don't even know what was going on. Before I could get close to Kyrus, I got to hold his hands, but I was pulled away by an assassin. I tightened my grip on Kyrus, but we separated, and before I knew it, tears flow down my eyes. The assassin pushed me into the black carriage. He locked the doors. Through the window I could see Kyrus, shouting my name. 

Suddenly someone entered the carriage, one entered from the left door, one from the right. I whipped my tears away. "Sit, and don't do anything stupid," the same man that spoke to Zywea said as he sat in front of me, the other one sitting next to him. They both took their head masks revealing their faces. One had wavy blonde hair, eyes blue like the oceans, his jawline was sharp, cheekbones defined, it was the one that spoke to Zywea. The other had curly black hair, slick back gracefully behind him, his eyes brown like oak tree wood, he had a softer face structure than the blonde one. "Where are you taking me?!" I asked angrily, leaning forward. The blonde assassin looked at me, examining my face, no word came out. I then realized how close my face was to him, I pulled myself back, trying to hide my red cheeks. I looked out the window, the carriage was moving. "Forgive my friend, my name is Franz Kafka, this is Arwen Shozvettoz, What's your name?" the black-haired assassin said. Is he really introducing himself so kindly after his fellow assassins grabbed me like some object off the ground. I rolled my eyes at him, facing the window, staying silent. "Answer him, be thankful we haven't punished you for resisting earlier," Arwen snapped. I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed. "Well, then why didn't you punish me?" I sassed. Arwen partly stood from his seat, leaning towards me, our faces close to each other, "Watch what you say, woman, you're underestimating us" he snapped. Franz grabbed him by the belt, pulling him back on his seat. He gave Arwen a look before looking back at me, Arwen looking out the window. "My apologies about that, again. May I ask what's your name?  it would be a good start since the both of us would be your guards from now on," He smiled. How can this man be so friendly but look scary at the same time? My eyes widen, guards? "Guards?" I laughed nervously, "What do you mean?" I asked. I have no idea what is going on, I could barely remember what happened that night. "Yes, the King requested that we stay with you from now on, for the meantime that is, since you can't control your channeling yet," Franz said. Channeling? I cleared my throat looking at him up and down, then at Arwen who was now looking at me, "Tinuviel, Tinuviel Chantrea," I said. "A pleasure to meet you Tinuviel Chas'nya," He said, Arwen bowing slightly afterward, but keeping a stern look on his face. Chas'nya, I've read about that, it is what people address female moon warriors, as a sign of respect. Moon warrior? impossible, I can't be. I'd be meeting the King in a few minutes now, the man who almost ran over me, I hate him.