Agent Moonlark

Chapter Thirty One

Hello, Repost Author here. So sorry I haven't posted in weeks, I've had swim meets and school projects. We are nearing the end of our journey. Shout out to @sirena_1121, my apologies for this taking awhile. 

Biana

Biana Vacker was more of a hit-and-run person. She wasn't a coward, or anything. She just found it more effective. She was made for this. So that was what she was doing. She snuck through the crowd of fighting people, knocking out members of the Neverseen. She always knocked them unconscious. She never killed them. She wouldn't stoop to their level.

Bonk!

Another person hit on the head with her trusty pan (she was an avid fan of Rapunzel). The person swooned for a few seconds, then promptly fell onto the ground with a thump.

Biana spotted her father wrestling with a cloaked person. Alden seemed to be having a lot of trouble, so Biana glided across the floor up to them. She lifted her pan above the enemy's head.

The pan hit the enemy hard on the head, but apparently, the person had a thick skull (figures) because they were still conscious. They threw a javelin (What?) at her. Puzzled, Biana barely managed to duck. She was a bit distracted by the fact that they were using javelins.

"What is this? A medieval joust?" She heard Keefe from afar as he too ducked an ongoing javelin. "Sorry, but I feel like I'm slightly underdressed for that. Let me just go get my horse."

Biana held in a snort, then remembered how Sophie and Keefe had come back with two horses. She shook her head, and moved on to the next Neverseen creep, the one fighting her father forgotten.

She found a blond person with blue eyes. He was holding a lighter. She recognized him to be the one to almost kill Sophie. Fury erupted in her, and she kicked him hard. Her foot connected with his unprotected stomach. He was sent flying back. He collided against someone of his own side, and Biana gave a quick smile of satisfaction.

She was just about to give the blond a piece of her own mind (and pan) when she saw him. He was backing up someone from the Neverseen. His cobalt eyes, so different yet so similar to those of their mother's, were hard and audacious. And it hit Biana, as if she had received a blow from her own pan, that he had betrayed them. It hit even harder when she realized he had used her own name, Agent Vanisher, to confuse the Black Swan. He had used her. His own sister.

She found her feet walking to him. He looked up, and their eyes locked. He was in front of her in an instant, sorrow in his eyes.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way, Biana." There was genuine feeling in his voice, yet it did not help.

"Why?" Her pan slipped from her grasp, onto the ground. She felt like doing the same. She felt like falling to the ground and never get back up. Someone who she had thought would always be by her side...had been on the opposite one the whole time. Just like that, her life, her family, was uprooted.

"Fitz wouldn't understand," he said. "But maybe you would." The sounds around them faded, and there was only them.

"Understand what?" Biana laced the words with venom, wanting to let him know that she wouldn't forgive him. And she wouldn't crumble.

Alvar reached out his hand. "Join us, Biana. I could show you what's wrong with this family. What's wrong with the Black Swan." He gestured with his other hand to the members of the Black Swan, fighting for their lives. "You could come with me onto the winning side. I don't want to fight you, Biana. You're the only one who would understand."

There it was again. That word. 'Understand.' Understand what exactly? That he valued family so little he would destroy his own without a second thought? That he never cared about them? That he wasn't afraid to pull the rug out from under them and leave them in the bitter dust of his betrayal?