Shadowborn Royals - G. Bailey Page 0,29
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Walking to my other side, Gold joins us and I hear a light whisper under his breath that I’m sure he didn’t mean for me to hear.
“Fuck, I’m a shit father.”
“You shouldn’t be here,” I whisper when we step through the doors. He looks down at me, his eyes speaking a million words he won’t say here with everyone around to hear them.
Gold loves me. I know he does. There’s no other reason he would risk his son’s life to fight in the Blood Trials with me, to save my life. I wish I could tell him I feel the same way. That I will always fight for us. But the words catch in my throat and all I can do is nod at him as if to convey my understanding.
“But thank you,” Scott says, breaking the silence. “We haven’t formally met. Scott.”
“Gold,” he shakes his hand in front of me, just before we get to the lockers. We each head to a separate locker and in mine I put on my white leather jumpsuit, clipping various daggers and one large sword onto the holders at my waist and back. Two blue stones rest in front of me and I tuck them into my side pockets, not having a clue what they are for but I’m sure they are useful in whatever shit show we are walking into.
I plait my hair with one of the hairbands and head into the next room. A shimmering wall of water lies in front of us, and many of the prisoners stand next to it, not touching it.
“Why does it always have to be water?” I mutter, wishing it was anything but.
The water isn’t still, it moves like a storm is just above the water, pushing strong currents in more than one direction. The magic ward holding the water up starts to crack the second Gold and Scott step out of the lockers. The cracks get worse as they come to my side and take my hands. We all know the water is going to slam into the room the second the last prisoner comes into the room.
I glance up at Scott, just as it breaks, and cold water blasts into the room. I gasp in water, coughing on it as the force of the currents pulls my body in every direction, making me feel sick. Gold’s and Scott’s hands slip from the mine at some point and soon I blackout, praying to Selena I don’t drown.
It feels like only seconds before I’m waking up, coughing salty water out of my mouth onto the rough surface I’m lying on. Crawling to my feet, I balance on the back of an old car. I rub my eyes as I look over the ruined city I’m in front of. What once might have been London, is now a mixture of high rises and old buildings that have been smashed into pieces. The water isn’t deep here, but the sea is slowly pushing waves of water into the city. It won’t be long, maybe a day, before the bottom part of the city is underwater. That means I don’t have long to find Gold and Scott and get to high land.
I don’t even know what the aim of this Trial is since the bitch didn’t bother to tell me.
I’m sure it’s a hide and seek. Or survive until the city drowns. Who the fuck knows? I check my weapons before choosing to shift into my wolf. She can smell the guys out. I shift quickly and my wolf instantly tracks down Gold and Scott further in the city. She jumps off the car and into the water, swimming to the shore and running fast into the city, jumping over wrecked cars covered in ivy and bikes that nature has taken back.
Every window of the buildings are smashed, making it harder to stay hidden as we go around the corner. A cry escapes my lips as something slams into my leg and I shift back instantly, looking down to see an arrow in my leg. I pull it out, but before I can move, an arrow slams into my wings, stopping me from flying away and causing incredible pain. I cry as I pull the second one out, searching for the shooter. Another arrow lands in the middle of my legs and I slide backward until I get to a turned over van and hide behind it.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Coen shouts, spiking fear into