Always for her

She moved slowly, like her muscles wouldn’t work quickly enough. She wiped a strand of red hair out of her brown vacant eyes, she looked like she was falling and struggling to focus. I wrapped her hands around mine, ruined and cut. Her hands where slow and unmoving as she watched up into my watery eyes. My stomach’s tossing; I look into her eyes as she smiles uncharacteristically,
“I’m sorry, Lilac.” She whispered croakily in small quick gasps, her voice stuttering and her eyes attempting to smile, her cracked lips began to bleed. I nodded,
“No, Hope. Stay still.” I say worriedly, propping her head up with ripped bloody jacket, pushing her shoulder down slightly but firmly. She nodded hesitantly; the bloody gorge in her stomach stopped her chest from moving in and out. I don’t want to cry, I am strong. I was strong. But seeing her dying face in my ruined arms, made my heart collapse. She was the closest thing I had to hope, and now she was dead. Her name, Hope. I knew once she smiled


22. Training In Every Department


Truthfully I didn’t know what I was doing here, in this beautiful huge mansion that Solomon called ‘home’!

“Follow me, Madam.” Okay so this was weird – Solomon had four maids, a chauffeur, a butler and six cooks. I followed the man called James into a large rectangular room with about eight mirrors

“What am I doing?” I asked confused. He smiled and with a swift click he turned the light off and there were about four lights on the floor and he left the room and locked the door behind himself. I began to panic

“Solomon?” I called no answer. So I looked around and called again “James?” still no reply. I ran to the door and pulled at it.

“Careful that cost a lot of money.” The voice was chilling and it annoyed me. I spun around shocked to see a woman dressed similar to me but her hair was spiky and bright pink with blue ends

“I’m Flair.” She said rolling her ‘R’, it was a pretty name but she arrogant and annoying. I rested my hand on my hip. She smiled, her smile looked false and taunting like I was bait

“Your Liliana.” She whispered with a slight smugness that annoyed me.

“Please call me Lilac.” I answered. Her eyes looked cold, clearly she didn’t like being told what to do, or even asked.  

“In this house, you’ll be Lilana.” She demanded, her voice sounded high and superior.

“You know my name, my full name. How?” I demanded, trying to make my voice sound rough and harsh. She smiled again, that annoying false smile

“I pay attention you won’t stand a minute around here if you don’t” She sneered

“Why am I here?” I asked again, looking her directly in her olive malicious eyes. She sighed and ran one hand down her hair

“You must return to the battle field. But not before you have trained.” I shook my head. I spent the last eight years of my life training. I knew everything there was. I opened my mouth to argue but she answered “Correctly.”


Boxing, that was what Flair decided we would start with. According to her she was my personal coach – according to me she was my side kick, she didn’t have a say. I worked until midday punching a punch bag

“Your done.” Flair said. I sighed and ignored her giving the bag a final punch and then turned to her, sweat beading on my forehead

“What next?” I asked, she shook her head

“Nothing until tomorrow.” I shook my head

“Yes. I can’t just stop.” I denined. She pressed a button the wall and the punch bag rose into the air and through the ceiling.

“Where’s Solomon?” I asked, I saw hatred roll in her amused eyes

“Upstairs.” She answered and exited swiftly. I glared after and then unwound my bandages around my hands and knuckles and threw them on the floor and headed out of the mirrored room. I climbed the balcony and reached the room that faced south I ran my fingers along the royal banister. Solomon entered, he was wearing simple denim jeans and a white t-shirt, his hair looked different, it looked better. More relaxed, he looked more relaxed, now I was safe.   

“What are you thinking?” He whispered. I blinked and steadied myself, You, I thought silently

“Everything.” I whispered carefully. He watched me, his eyes focused on mine

“Don’t.” He replied softly. Suddenly I felt angry again, a hot prickling on the back of my neck

“All my friends, Lloyd, are stuck in there, Hope, you expected me to not worry?” I demanded shaking my head furiously, shaking with uncontrollable anger. He didn’t leap into comfort me, he watched me as tears poured down my eyes, I screeched with slight frustration, he ran his hand along my arm and slid his hand into mine and squeezed. I looked away, his hands were cool against my skin, but it didn’t tame my unreasonable temper that boiled under my skin, I gave him an exasperated look and shook his hand off mine and stalked along the corridor, grabbed my cardigan and pulled open the doors, searching for fresh air, I found myself jogging. I reached the end and pulled open another door and entered a balcony. The sight was beautiful, fields and fields of lilac lavender, the balcony was huge, I walked along it to the furthest corner as Solomon appeared. His eyes met mine they looked pained, I leaned against the cold wall and turned away, it began to rain, the soft droplets clung to my hair and fell into my eyes,

“Don’t, Lilac, don’t do this to me.” He whispered his voice sound frail and soft, weak. Something he had never come across to me as, I turned around, I moved quickly through the rain, his arms cradled me gently as if not to cause a crease, our eyes met for a split second and I kissed him with all my might. His lips tasted of salt and sweetness at once, they moved softly against mine. He had one hand on my back, and one on my neck, I held him against me at a small distance and moved his hand to cradle my face, he breathed heavily against me. I reached up on my tiptoes, he gentle nudged me down and held me there, looking over me it was a different passionate than I was used to, something Lloyd never gave me. It was a soft melting love, love. I held him carefully and drew his lips up, so he was looking in my eyes

“Never let me go” I said softly, he nodded and slipped his hand through mine

“Never.” He whispered as he held me, safely.

“Solomon?”  Flair’s voice rang out. He touched my hair softly and moved away from me formally. I blushed uncontrollably. Flairs jade eyes flashed with hatred for me and desire for Solomon

“Its ready.” She said with a slight arrogance in her voice. Solomon pulled me in once more time so only we could be heard,

“Get some rest.” He whispered and kissed m softly on my forehead and left swiftly, Flair turned around rolled her eyes at me and stalked after him. I couldn’t help myself, I laughed. Clinging to the balcony railing I watched the beautiful lavender sway in the wind.




I woke up, I felt brighter, more alive and more alert. I bounded out of bed and pulled open the curtains. Opening the window it its highest point and breathing in the fresh air

“Morning.” Solomon’s voice startled me so much I almost fell out the window. My lips tingled as I remembered last nights kiss, I blushed to myself and turned to look at Solomon. He was dressed all in black, black jeans and a plain black t-shirt, he still looked stunning. I grinned

“Where are we going?” I asked, he walked over to me, ran one gentle hand over my stomach and then up my rip cage and rested on my back

“We have to go back.” He whispered into my ear, I bit my lip and nodded.

“I know.” I replied trying to think of a better comment but nothing came. I almost froze.

“But first we need weapons, we need to be prepared.” He explained, I nodded, his eyes traced mine “You need to be safe, Lie.” He whispered. I stepped out of his arms

“Lloyd called me that.” I whispered, after I said it I couldn’t believe how selfish I must have sounded.

“He always spoke about you, Lilac. All the time. He told us how beautiful you were, how amazing you were, how you needed to stay safe, I am keeping my promise. You can’t loose yours.” I bit my lip and looked at him and pulled away and wondered over to my wardrobe

“Will you come with me?” Solomon asked, I watched him carefully. 

"We need to go back, Solomon." I whispered, my words hung in the air around his. He nodded and laced his fingers around my short flicking red hair 

"We will, tonight." He said, I managed to contain my emotions. I didn't want to cry, laugh or faint. So I nodded simply and allowed him to continue "But I wanted to show you something." He said, I nodded and sighed 

"I trust you" I said watching him, through his steady gaze I saw something flicker and tried to push it aside as he watched me and loosened our grip but didn't let go as he led me to the wall and pulled back a very old painting and removed it from the wall. Behind it was a faded patch, that looked it had formed over age. He dropped our hands and pulled back the wallpaper, and behind it was a door. But it was secured with about eight padlocks, with a single snap he broke them all. I tried to contain my surprise. He pulled open the door with some weight and inside was a dark alleyway. He signalled for me to go in, instead of scoffing him, I nodded but dashed to my bed and from the bedside draw pulled out a  flash light and turned to grab a jumper and slippers out of my wardrobe and nodded. Solomon almost rolled his eyes, but didn't and offered to lift me into the hole, but I shook my head, I am a hunter, I thought annoyed and jumped in. The alleyway wasn't very tall, so I had to duck, I switched the flash-light on and shone my way down, Solomon followed closely behind, and shut the door. I looked at him, he sighed "Flair likes to nosy around" he said and I had to prevent myself from laughing. We walked along the dark, dank alleyway for quite some time, when my flash light shone on a bulky unattractive grey door with large metal hinges and a huge door handle. Solomon heaved it open and pushed it with a lot of might and the heavy unattractive door swung open, groaning and droning. I followed behind him and shone my flash light in, it was a library. The most beautiful library I had ever seen. To be honest, I had never seen many library's we had a very small library at school, they confined a lot of information from us, not wanting to let in a draft from the hidden real world.

"Come on in." Solomon said smiling, I grinned and set down my flash light as he lit the candles around the room. I watched him carefully

"What is it with this place?" I asked, he hesitated. I assumed he was pondering whether he would tell me the truth, or not. He answered eventually

"Its the way back to battlefield."  

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