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trudge
through the camp and scout out the area reserved for us. I notice
it’s at the far end of the camp. Far from the others. I smile,
Volvomich is smart—wouldn’t want to get too close to the
others.
    “You do know I
have permission to be in this camp, right?” I ask and they’re
silent, “Would you like to question his highness? I’m sure he’d
give you an answer.” I confidently say. Even though we’ve never
met, I’m aware Volvomich would ensure that the others would know
who I was before he’d rescue me. Than that thought alone sort of
annoyed me. I need to be strong, resilient and powerful. To do that
I knew I’d have to fight to take down bigger opponents than me.
    Once at the
tent, I scan my surroundings. Satisfied with no one trailing after
me, I headed inside and notice it’s bigger than what I expect it to
be. Then again, this is the standard tent for Spartan Knights.
However, we weren’t Spartans but we were Knights. I wonder if it
was the King who insisted we sleep in its confines. Feeling a
little tired, I choose a straw of bed on the ground and crawl on it
before curling up and sleeping. I wake to a whispering noise.
Frantically I glance at my tent doors. It’s closed. I note
Volvomich’s sleeping form at the opposite end of the tent.
Carefully, I tread from my sleeping area and over to the tent exit.
I slip outside and hear the sound of whispering once again. This
time it’s a little different. It sounds as though it wants me to
follow it. I question what to do. What would Volvomich do? I
wonder as I stare at the shadows only to realise something in the
shadows is staring back at me. I see it turn its heel and
disappear. “This so isn’t a good idea.” I mutter. I follow after
the shadow, only to hear a voice behind me.
    “What isn’t a
good idea?” I turn over my shoulder to see Volvomich staring in the
direction I had saw that person.
    “You saw him
didn’t you?”
    “I did.” he
proclaims and steps passed me.
    “So you must
have heard that whispering, earlier on?” Volvomich doesn’t answer
instead he stares on ahead. I watch him wander a good hundred
metres before he turns over his shoulder and declares. “Are you
coming or are you going to stand there staring at empty space?” he
quizzes. I grumble a curse under my breath. “I heard that.” he
announces at the edge of the forest. I’m not surprised, our hearing
is very sensitive, just as our eyes are sharp. With energetic majic
flowing through our veins we have more than enough power to become
invincible but even that is a vulnerability—or so I’ve been told. I
follow after Volvomich. It’s after a few minutes of wandering
through the forest that I catch a scent lingering in the air.
    “What’s that
smell?” I ask.
    “That would be
the King.” Volvomich informs he’s silent for a moment before
adding, “You can come out now.” His sharp blue eyes scan the
darkness and I follow his lead. Out from behind a tree steps a man.
By the shadow of the forest, his features are hidden but as he
steps towards the clearing where we stand, I notice his features
are revealed.
    “King Eurotas
what are you doing out here?” I question.
    “I need to
speak to you two . . . alone.” he announces and I glance at
Volvomich the moment he regards me—I recognise that look masking
his features. We both don’t have a clue as to what the Spartan King
could possibly want but we accept what he needs.
    “For what
purpose?” Volvomich asks. I feel a chill in the air and as the two
being to converse about a potential traitor I scan the area around
us. The leaves dance in the evening wind, gently fluttering against
the backdrop of the crescent moon.
    Than in one
moment, I sense it. “Sir.” I prompt. “I felt it.” he confirms.
    The King who is
now before us, I feel regard me with a questionable gaze. “What . .
. the wind?” the King presses as he looks around.
    “No.” I say.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you why we