“Great, so my uncle is a Fighter and my father is a Faite. What happened that made you join this side?” I shifted from foot to foot and crossed my arms, trying to seem intimidating. Erik gestured to two chairs at a table and we sat down across from each other.
“Would you like to know the truth?” He leaned forward with the words. I nodded slightly and tried to seem not too interested, relying on my acting skills. He began his story.
“Before the whole war began, the Faite country was divided. There were those with powers, Faites, and those without, Fighters. King Cyprus was cruel, treating the Fighters as a lesser race, just because we didn’t have powers. Well powers like yours. We have powers—our superior brainpower. Any equation or situation, we can come out with the outcome in our minds. We always felt we should be treated as equals, so the rebellion was created. All Faites have been taught that Fighters were never once a part of the overall realm; we rose up, the “normal” people against those with powers. Cyprus ordered the new generation of Faites, those your age and below, only knew that the Fighters were evil. We aren’t evil, Cathleen, we are misunderstood,” Erik finished and looked at me expectantly.
“Then why did a Fighter try to kill Dad, and kidnap me?” I asked trying to keep my knees from shaking.
“What are you talking about? A Fighter tried to kill the leader of the royal army? You’ve been kidnapped before?” He questioned leaning forward.
“Well, I just assumed it was a Fighter, and yeah, earlier today someone threatened my Dad and said they needed me...” I trailed off, watching him worriedly.
“Did the person hurt you?” He glanced over me. I instantly grabbed my throat, and winced at the pain. I hadn’t healed myself, only Harry. Erik looked at me with sympathy and I waved him off.
“So, it wasn’t a Fighter?”
“No, we don’t kill Faite army members anymore, and definitely not your father.” He shook his head, and I wondered why they didn’t target Faites anymore.
“Then who was it?” I rubbed my upper arms, trying to reduce the cold that had just entered my body.
“I don’t know, but I’m determined to find out. Even though we are on opposite sides, you are still my niece,” Erik suddenly stood up and pushed away from the table. I stood up as well, trying to figure out what I should do. Erik began to yell in a language I had never heard and three men appeared at the front of the hut.
“Ranger, you try to gain all the information you can on this new threat to the Faites; Jack, assemble a search team; and Kaleb, walk her home,” He pointed to me and I looked at him in surprise.
“You’re letting me go?” I stood shocked. He nodded.
“All I really wanted to do was tell you the truth, and I know you won’t tell anyone, right?” He smiled at me and I nodded, but wasn’t sure I could keep it from Harry considering he could read my mind. Kaleb smiled at me and took my arm, leading me out of the tent and back into the village. He seemed two or three years older than me, so I ventured some questions.
“So Kaleb, how old are you?” I asked as we strolled through the village.
“I’m nineteen,” he answered simply. “And how old are you?”
“I’m sixteen. How long have you been a part of the rebellion?” I asked tentatively.
“All my life; I’ve grown up right in that village,” he pointed back to the village we just left.
“Do you like it?”
“Well enough, I’ve always wanted to see Faites though,” a dreamy look came into his eyes, but he returned quickly and regained his composure.
“Weren’t you in the war? And wasn’t that in Faites?” I stopped and turned to him, holding my hand out to stop him.
“Yes, I was in the war, and we did fight in Faites, but it was just on a huge empty field. I really want to see everything there, the forests, the animals, the kingdom. Especially the castle,” he smiled down at me. “You probably think it’s stupid.”
“No, I don’t. I want to see all of that too,” We turned and continued walking.
“So, I’m in the presence of the famous Cathleen Montague, huh?” He nudged my shoulder and I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, but don’t get too excited.”
“Oh, but I will. Rumor has it, Prince Harry held off his engagement to Lady Katherine to search for you,” he chuckle, but all I could was turn red and stutter.
“Uhhh, uhhh, what?” I was able to get out. My heart was racing and I couldn’t think straight. Harry is engaged? And he held it off for me? “How do you know?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Things get through the channels. Why do you seem so freaked out?”
“Because I hadn’t realized he was engaged!”
“More like forced to,” Kaleb said, “it’s arranged, because Prince Harry, is actually Crown Prince Harry, and he needs a wife before King Cyprus dies and Harry ascendances the throne.”
“Crown Prince Harry, King Harry?” I whispered. My “protector” was the crown prince, he was engaged and yet he still acted like he liked me! I hated him for messing with my feelings like that. Even as soon as a little sliver of anything actually happening, it got ruined.
“Hey, are you okay?” Kaleb stopped me and we were right next to my house by now. I was trying not to sniffle and put on a smile.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” lying was coming way too easily to me nowadays.
“No, you’re not,” he said. “I can feel it.” I shrugged my shoulders and then wrapped my arms around me. Kaleb just took a step back and opened his arms. I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged me tight. “Everything will be okay, just trust me on that,” he pulled away and smiled. “I have to go, I’ll see you sometime, Leena.”
“Bye Kaleb!” I said and he started running and before long he was out of sight. I entered back into my house and realized all the lights were on. Flashing red and blue lights were in the front yard. I hurried to the front door and rang the doorbell. Footsteps hurried quickly to the door, and it was flung open to Mason standing there.
“She’s here!” He yelled and wrapped me up in a hug. More footsteps hurried to the door and I had three guys hugging me.
“Okay, okay! I’m back, lay off me!” I pushed them off of me.
“Where were you?” Henry glared at me and the other two joined into his glaring.
“Uh, um, uh, um,” I stuttered and the three boys started tapping their feet simultaneously.
“We’re waiting,” Harry said flicking the back of my head.
“How about you send the cops away, now that I’m home?” I said nervously, trying to get them off the topic.
“Ok, but you’re going to tell us when we get back,” Harry and Mason headed off to tell the police to go home. I was left with Henry.
“Aren’t you going with them?” I gestured to the boys standing at the cop cars. He shook his head.
“Cathleen, ever since Harry has been here you’ve been acting weird, like you don’t even care about Mason or me anymore,” he looked at me with sad eyes.
“I know and I’m sorry, but I just haven’t seen him in so long, and he knows about my parents…” I looked at him with big eyes.
“Ok, now it makes sense. Why didn’t you just say that before?” Henry looped an arm over my shoulders.
“Because…” I didn’t have to continue my answer before the two others came back.
“Ok. Inside now. I will make us some food, but we are sitting down and you are telling us everything,” Harry demanded and Mason nodded with him. I sighed and followed the boys into the house. Leave it to me to only have guy friends who are all over-protective of me.