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“In order to fight we need weapons,” Hadar said, shaking his head, “which is something none of us have.”
Xavia looked at her brother again, who shrugged, basically telling her it was up to her if she decided to tell them or not. “We do have weapons,” she replied, her voice little more than a whisper. “Father had them locked in a safe that was only to be opened if things got this bad. He asked me not to mention them until I had to, even though he left the final decision up to me.”
It was hard to believe she might never see her father or mother again. Xavia looked around at the people she’d lived for with almost half a year, who’d all become at the very least people she cared whether they lived or died. She wouldn’t say she was friends with all of them, but then she’d never been friends with half the people she was forced to associate with because of her father’s position, and to have made a few friends made things a little better. Even if she was going to end up sending them all to their deaths.
“What could have happened out there?” Paolo asked, his eyes meeting Xavia’s. “Your father must have mentioned something if he told you that there were weapons.”
“From what I heard…” Xavia took in a deep breath, trying not to let any images into her mind as she spoke. “There are kingdoms where people believe that magic is dangerous. Soldiers from one of those kingdoms visited the King about a month before we were hidden, telling him that he either executed all known magic users in the kingdom or they would do it and take over the kingdom.” She ran a hand through her hair, feeling the slight tremor. “The King didn’t believe them until we had the first reports of the soldiers killing magic users in the outer towns and that was when Father started gathering us together. If things went as badly as I believe they must have then we may well be the only magic users alive in the kingdom.”
“You should have told us this before,” Hadar growled.
“Xavia didn’t have a choice,” Randolf said, his voice calm. “Father was adept at hiding what we needed to know until we needed to know it.”
Hadar looked between Xavia and Randolf. “Your father had a mind power.”
“Yes, he did.” Xavia did her best to seem as calm as Randolf, but it wasn’t easy. “It’s nothing something he liked to be common knowledge or something he used often. When he did it was because he knew he had no other option and with this…” She shrugged. “He didn’t think there was another option. All he wanted to do was keep us safe for as long as possible, which is what he’s done, and now we have to make a choice which step we take next. In order to make that choice we need all the information he had at his disposal to give us.”
Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.
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Date: 2013-03-25 09:24 pm (UTC)