Character Profile: Drake

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Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

Aurora’s World: Unknown Kingdom: Xavia: Making a Decision

There had been no word and they were running low on food. Even if they kept rations to a minimum it would be days before they ran out, rather than weeks. Xavia glanced at her brother, who just shook his head, because they had no other option. Opening the door could easily be the end for all of them, as they had no way of knowing who was outside, but a quick death did, at that moment, seem a better choice than dying slowly of starvation. Biting hard on her lip she did her best not to get involved in the argument, knowing that once she did it would be up to her to make the final decision, and she wasn’t ready to kill everyone in the room.

Sighing, Xavia sat down on one of the chairs. They would, as always, eventually ask her what she thought. Unfortunately there was only one answer she could give, no matter how scared she was of what they might find when they did open the door. A couple of times she’d been certain she’d heard noises, someone waiting for the day when they eventually had to risk their lives in order to survive, but that didn’t mean that whoever it was still waited for them. She had no way of knowing anything, until they opened the door.

“What do you think?” Hadar asked, looking at Xavia and she wondered how it was that she had become the one they all turned to for advice.

“Neither option is good,” Xavia replied, shrugging. “We don’t have enough supplies to survive here for much longer and we don’t know what’s happened out there. It’s entirely possible there may be someone on the other side, waiting for us to open the door. We might be the last of our race. I just think a quick death is better than a slow one and right now we still have the energy to either scavenge for food or fight someone. If we leave it until we’ve got nothing left then we’ll have no chance of survival at all.”

“Opening the door is a mistake,” Cyrus said, sounding amazingly calm considering the position they were in. “Staying here is a mistake. Deciding which is the worst mistake is what we have to do right now.”

Mair shook her head. “I don’t agree. The only option we have is to open the door. Staying here and starving isn’t something I’m even contemplating.”

“The problem is,” Suvi answered, “you’re not the only one here. Staying here may not be an option for you, but I think I may prefer starving to having my head chopped off.”

“We can’t know that there is someone on the other side of that door waiting to chop our heads off,” Paolo said, running a hand through his hair. “It could be safe for us to leave.”

“It won’t be safe,” Xavia replied, looking at the people she had been living with ever since it had happened. “Even if there isn’t someone out there waiting for us we all know that we were placed here to keep us safe, because something was coming. Something none of our families would talk to us about. That means that whatever has happened is bad, so we need to be prepared for what we might find, and ready to fight for our lives if that’s what it comes down to.”

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.