I sat beside the door, listening to the sand blowing outside. Marco had done his best to cover the windows but sand was trickling in like water. The head rested on the floor beside me, I was watching it out the corner of my eye.
"Get some sleep." I told Marco, "Its going to be a long night."
"I'm okay." He said, stifling a yawn.
"Hey, August?" Marco asked slumping beside a window that he'd covered with his cloak.
"What?" I asked, my eyes half closed as I listened to the wind howling down the chimney.
"Tell me about your sister?" He seemed vaguely curious.
I took a deep breath, "She's called Willow and she's really small for her age. She has this smile that makes everyone like her and she can get along well with anyone." I began smiling myself, "She always sees the positive side of things and could probably make me laugh in the middle of the end of the world. I love her so much." My voice became quieter then, "She's all I have and I miss her-"
I opened my eyes the moment I heard movement and saw Marco lunging towards me, a knife in his hand.At first, all I felt was shock. Then, it flashed before me in a split second. Marco had never been to the city before, so how did he know a secret way into Sanster's warehouse? He didn't. He tricked me. He tricked me!
I dodged Marco's blade and he grabbed the severed head. That was why he offered to help me, he wanted the head. My heart froze and I dodged again, rolling across the floor. Marco darted towards the door and I came to my senses. I needed that head to save my sister. I jumped to my feet and leaped on Marco's back as he opened the door. He fell over, dropping the head and flung me off him. He was stronger than me, but I was quicker. I ran past him and grabbed the head, but he grabbed my foot, pulling me over. I lost my grip on the head and it rolled out the door, being lost in the storm. Pain raced down my side as I got up and saw Marco staring out at the storm, searching for the head. But it was gone. He noticed me and swung his knife at me, I stepped back and pulled Amicus and Homstem from my boots and slicing them through the air around Marco. He stumbled backwards and I kicked him in the stomach, watching as he fell backwards onto the floor and struggling to sit up. He threw his knife at me, his last defense, but I swatted it away with my blades. "You lied to me!" I screamed, my voice becoming louder than the storm. I stepped towards him with swords swishing from side to side and halted as a look of fear crossed Marco's face. I knelt down beside him and placed my sword against his throat, as I did it felt like my heart was crushed inside my chest.
"Go away." I whispered, my voice soft but angry at the same time, "And don't come back."
Marco scrambled backwards, knowing he was no match for me. He strode out of the house and into the black whirlwind of sand outside. I watched him go, taking with him my only friendship, my only hope of saving my sister. And maybe it was the fact that he was gone, or maybe it was because the head was gone. But I sat and wept.