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She watched him eat in silence, raising the spoon to his mouth every time he’d finished the next proper spoonful. At the question, Andromeda inhaled a large breath before offering another small smile. “I won’t be gone more then a couple of minutes. We’re rather close to the center of town, its safer that way. Many of the guards will be wandering about. I’ll be back before you have the time to drift away into any dreams.” Dreams wouldn’t come right away, Andromeda knew that. Nightmares for a few weeks, but they would melt into something happier eventually.

"We’re to close to the center of town." She repeated, offering another spoonful of soup. "The hut was chosen at random. Its extremely unlikely that they would make it this far, let alone find you in silence." Smoothing the hair away from his head, she stood once more. After setting the dishes onto the table, Andromeda settled down onto the bed beside him. Wrapping his fingers around the blade, she reached the arm across his body, stopping the point when it poked gently into her side. "Aim between the ribs around here, if you don’t hit the heart, you’ll at least puncture something. And if that doesn’t work, go for the sides of the neck, alright?" Easing his arm back onto the bed, she stood once more. "I’ll be back shortly." With one last reassuring smile, she shuffled out the door.

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Midas mentally stored away the information. He saw what the warriors did to eachother but that was nothing in comparison to what they did to him. He knew what it was like to be stabbed so he wasn't sure if he could do it to someone else. But he nodded none the less and tightened his grip on the blade. "I got it. Hurry back?"

Maybe when she was back she could teach him how to make choices when she gets back. Maybe she can tell him how to do freedom. He's entertained the idea much more but that still doesn't the guilt from bubbling away in his stomach. How can he ignore years of service. How can he ignore what they've done. How can he live a happy life without them finding him. How could he ever get over them.

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"Thats the spirit." She replied, her own lips curling into a large smile. With another peck against his forehead, Andromeda stood, fetching the bowl of soup. "The soups even cooled down enough. Perfectly ready to eat." Sinking back into her spot beside him, Andromeda was careful not to jostle him to much before getting a bit into a spoon and offering it to him.

"Once you finish eating, I’m going to run and request some water for one of the warriors to fetch. I shouldn’t be gone to long, but come morning I’m sure you bandages will be ready to be cleaned." Her nose crinkled, fingers reaching into her boot to removing the small dagger. "By no means is it much, and while I shouldn’t be long I want to make sure you’re at ease. Anything bigger requires to much strength, but once you’re better we’ll find a proper weapon, hm?"

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He nodded, trying to take everything she said in. It scared him to be alone but with a small knife clasped tightly in his hand he felt better. It still felt wrong to hold it as a weapon. He never was a allowed weapons, not even when he was sent on errands outside the walls. Granted he used knives but for nothing extravagant. Midas ate the soup in silence, thinking of all the things that could happen.

But not even his knew weapon could sooth him into sleep. He felt himself taking in all of her room, all of the things, the similarites and differences as if to compile a list of comforters. She wasn't so different to him after all. "What if they find me when you're gone? What if i can't sleep?" He repeated, he felt like a broken record all the time. How could he ever get out of it. He wanted to be good a t freedom but he was worried he couldn't be.

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The tug at her heart strings was harsh as the tears continued to roll down his cheeks. By no means was he innocent of his crimes, but the extent of punishment was unnecessary. Shushing him softly, as a mother might a child, she dabbed at the tears for a few more seconds before moving to set the tea onto the floor.

"I know you’re scared, and there is nothing wrong with such a thing. We’re all allowed the liberty of such emotions.. but we’re surrounded by people who seek nothing but vengeance and I assure you that they won’t make it very far even if they did try getting here.." Brushing hair away from his forehead once more, she leaned forward to press her lips there gently. "Now lets dry those tears, hm? Try and eat some soup maybe?"

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He leaned into her touch without so much as a thought, craving her soft hands and gentle lips. How had be become this. He nodded though and tried to sit up straighter, at least if he couldn't be strong he could pretend for some of it.

"I would like that very much." He smiled a little, the gels on his wounds making him feel better already. But his new found safety still worried him. What if he couldn't give them what they wanted? What if everything is for nothing. What if everything he made it through he wasn't any good at freedom, what if he couldn't stop nightmares.

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"Well of course." She murmured, brow furrowing slightly at the question. Why wouldn’t she allow him to stay? He’s still learning. She chided herself softly, allowing a small smile to grace her features. “You’re welcome as long as you’d like to be here. And once you’re better if you’d like we can map out a place to set up your own hut, alright?” It seemed reasonable. They would both be in need of such a thing.

Her smile fell slightly, into one more of sympathy. Reaching a hand up, her thumb brushed beneath his eyes, catching any years before they had the chance to go far. “You have nothing to be scared about, alright? I’ll be here until you no longer need me.”

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But the tears kept forming in his tired eyes, not bothering to wipe them away in case the movement pained him too much. Why was he crying? Stupid. He must look like a coward. All his years of training telling him tears were the devil, he shuddered at the thought that they could see him like this- tucked up in a traitors bed being fed tea because of tears.

"I'm still scared though..." Being in a foreign place can unsettle anyone despite the fact it all seemed familiar in some distant memory. "I don't want them to get you too. You have no idea what they could do." His voice still no more than a croak.

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She was grateful when he laid back without much resistance. No doubt the punishment had sapped most of his energy. But not that he was patched up, skin hidden beneath layers of bandages, cooling and healing gels, all he really needed was food and rest.

After a few moments of allowing him to drink the warm liquid, she removed the cup from his lips, her sleeve dotting at his mouth to catch any that might’ve slipped over the edge. “I’ve been in your position so I know where those thoughts of yours are going.” She remarked, resting the cup against her legs with a small smile. “We both know I’m absolute rubbish at fixing anything. Once we’ve both rested, we’ll have Ana come talk with you, gather what information she needs and you’ll be pardoned. Then you can recover in peace, and I’ll start healing others as well.”

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"You would do that? I mean, let me stay a while longer?" His voice was barley a croak, he even had to strain to hear himself speak. He must look pitiful. Midas still didn't understand why she would want him in her hut but he knew her at least well enough that she would never take his no for an answer. He just wanted to learn more about her and their life, what he could do once he was pardoned.

"I'm worried, Andromeda." Tears were only welling up in his eyes a little bit, the pain and exhaustion triggering some unknown emotions. "I'm scared. I'm so scared." He was worried that if he went to sleep they'd find him, if he told Ana information they'd know. How could he really escape them. How could he even do freedom? It made his stomach lurch. What was he supposed to do.

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As he moved to sit up, her hands moved to place a few pillows behind him before gently pressing him back. “You don’t want to strain yourself to much just yet. It’s going to take a few days for them to heal enough not to tear open again. The tea should help numb some of the pain, and the soup will make you feel better, okay?” With a tang of pity and guilt, her fingers brushed at his hair again before moving from her spot.

Andromeda returned once more once she had both items. “Lets start with tea, hm? Liquids are best. You sweat a lot, before and during treatment.” She remarked. It was doubtful that he would speak much, not when he was weak, but she was content with babbling on to him. After she’d been whipped, it had helped to be distracted.

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He was glad she kept talking, it kept his mind off his own mind. He relaxed back onto the pillows, thankful for their softness. He was lucky he got such a treatment after his punishment, it wasn't often that he had someone else heal him. He was used to it turning to scars- well, most of them were gone now, hidden beneath red angry skin.

He let the warm liquid slid down his raw throat, all his screaming finally catching up on him. It didn't occur to him that maybe he was a nuisance to them at all but he must be. They should be focusing on getting their life back not treating him. But he knew Andromeda would never stand for that.

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Midas traced the scarring skin as she had once done, biting his lip. It worried him to think think she had to go through some pain. But she was right. Hers was only minor in comparison to his, he couldn’t escape his and she hers. He smiled a little though to show it didn’t...

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He wanted to so badly, he did but he was so torn. All he wanted to do was run away fr everything. If this was what it was like making choices every time, if this was what freedom was, he didn't he would be able to do it. Did everything have to be so difficult? How can he chose. How, how, how. He needs someone to do it for him, yes thats it.

"I don't know, El... I'm just so confused." How. He wanted to be with his best longest safest friend but he was afraid if he went with her he might not escape with his life next time.

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"Mhm." She hummed, not sure what else to say about it. "But I was. And I have the proof across my skin." She spoke, her tone not so harsh but still harsh enough to hope it stung.

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"You what?" What was she taking about? He hadn’t remembered her getting burnt. He was certain that…

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Avalon sighed heavily, trying her best to roll onto her right sighed, tearing at her pants more to show the burn scar that stretched up her left calf up to her thigh. It was a third degree burn but it had healed rather well.. She had always been self conscious about it and found it ugly but she didn’t care if he saw, especially considering he was the one that gave it to her. “There..”

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Feltons eyes widened in surprise at the sighto of it. He had done that? Him? All this time and he didn't even know? No wonder she hated him. He wanted to hurt her that night sure but not actually. He crawled ovetr and touched it as if to check if it was actually really. "Ava, I never knew..." he felt the tension he had ignored rise up again and he breathed evenly to remain calm. He really was what everyone said he was.

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Carefully she grabbed ahold of his hand. This was her friend, her best friend and he couldn’t come home for some odd reason. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t hurt. “Y- Yes you can. Please Midas, please I can’t do this without you.” Shaking her head she used her free hand to wipe away the growing tears.

She had just become leader after her mother’s departing. She was new to it all, new to everything, and he had been at her mother’s side through everything. “Please. Please, I need you.”

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Midas stepped back shaking his head. This hurt more than 50 hot stokers to his skin. This hurt more than his first punishment for running away. He felt so torn. How could he break the only other person he loved versus the ones wanting to set her free. He still felt like he had a debt to pay to his clan and as much as Andromeda convinced he was free he could still feel it in his heart who his people were. He wanted to be with both but he didn't know how.

Lifting up his top he revealed his burnt and puckering skin, the angry red flesh like a rash across his skin. He looked disgusting. The burns still hot when he touched them. It was his fault and he's payed for now all he has to do is pay them back for their mercy. They could have killed him, burnt him alive, but they didn't. When the fire clan found him they could have left him there to die but they didn't. How was this any different. "Ella-.... I want to but I-I can't." He didn't know any other way. Her mother just died and now he was showing her his wounds, it wasn't fair. He was a horrible person.

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His face dropped when he saw the sadness in her eyes, the tears falling like he’d so many times before. She was dead. That could only mean one thing. His heart sunk just thinking what she must be going through. He brushed her check with his thumb, searching her eyes.

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Midas traced the scarring skin as she had once done, biting his lip. It worried him to think think she had to go through some pain. But she was right. Hers was only minor in comparison to his, he couldn't escape his and she hers. He smiled a little though to show it didn't bother him. She was leader now after all.

At the mention of home he got really awkward and his cheeks blushed. How could he say that he didn't want to leave, that these people had convinced him his life was a lie. That everything he ever knew was wrong. How could he say he wanted to pick an enemy over his own clan- over her. He couldn't. Midas shook his head. "I can't." Even though freedom was still hard to do he wanted liked not being beaten even though it still confused him. How could he say. He was finally hers and he wants to chose someone else.

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He ran at her, jumping to wrap his arms around her, ignoring the discomfort of his screaming muscles. It hadn’t only been a few weeks since he’d seen her but it felt like a lifetime. He’d been stuck under her mothers thumb for what felt like forever. His life getting more...

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His face dropped when he saw the sadness in her eyes, the tears falling like he'd so many times before. She was dead. That could only mean one thing. His heart sunk just thinking what she must be going through. He brushed her check with his thumb, searching her eyes.

"Wh-what happens now then..." He couldn't tell her what happened, she'd storm the buildings, get revenge but he didn't want that. He couldn't tell her that they burnt him for every life that burned. He couldn't. He had to be the strong one.

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The sobbing escaping him was expected and the pain likely bordering excruciating, but there wasn’t much she could do but make him comfortable. So once the men had left and she’d placed the initial kiss to his head, Andromeda set to work. The burns weren’t like anything she’d dealt with before, but she did her best. Only when he was patched up and his body wiped free of any blood and sweat did she wrap the blanket tightly around him.

It was a couple of hours later that she bothered him again, this time carefully lowering herself onto the bed beside him, fingers brushing hair from his face once more. “I know you want to rest, but I’ve gone and made some tea that will strive off any infections, and I also have some soup to help regain a little bit of strength. Lets just try a little bit, see if you can keep it down before we go crazy, hm?” Her lips curled into a small smile, fingers pausing on his forehead. “You aren’t to warm either which is good.”

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After what felt like forever, the sobs in his chest stopped and his tears dried on his face, his mind sleeping as it tried to ignore what felt like the fire pit that was his body. It was nothing like he'd ever felt. How could he expect to help them when he could move or even think straight. He groaned when she woke him. His eyes fluttering open as he peered through thick lashes. Andromeda, not his mother, faced him with a soft voice. He remembered liking her soup.

He nodded, trying to sit up on his elbow, doing what she told him. He just wanted to cool down, it felt like his skin was still burning but at least he wasn't boiling. He wanted to cry again but he stopped himself. He had to be stronger now. He'd paid for his crimes but felt like he deserved more. His pain was only temporary, it wasn't fair.

Blood must have blood

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It was a terrible idea to go up before people. Defending a traitor in such a way was dangerous, but the looks on their faces slowly began to show understanding. The traitor herself was right. ”He isn’t going to be of any use to use if he’s dead, now is he? You’ve got your momentary bout of power. Now help me cut him down and bring him somewhere where we can begin treating him.” She ought to have felt a bit of guilt for speaking about him in such a way, for holding no emotion within her tone. But it was for the best.

"Gently!" The word was lashed at the men practically dragging him across the soot covered ground. Pushing open the door to the hut she’d taken up residence in with her sister and Xavier, she nodded the men in the direction of the bed. Once he’d been set down, she waved them away. There was hesitation in their actions, causing her eyes to narrow. "The moment he is well, I will send word, but you can’t expect him to speak after what you’ve done, now leave." Once they’d all clamored out the door, grumbling profanities in the direction of the blond woman, Andromeda set to work, only pausing to brush the hair from his head and press a kiss against his forehead. "You’re okay now."

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His body felt limp and he screamed at it to walk as he was dragged away, but he was too exhausted and sore and he wasn't even sure he'd be able to speak. But then he felt the feel of pillows and the soft fur beneath him and it reminded him of a lost paradise from when he was a kid. It was like he was 8 years old again and he had been saved.

He groaned as the moved him into the right position, knowing he could scream around these people. Then there was a kiss. And he swore he started crying. It was warm and the smell of the room reminded him of something he didn't remember. Of faces he couldn't piece together anymore. Of someone much like himself but not. Was it his mother? He had one he was sure. Was she finally with him, curing his cold, making him soup. She can fix anything. If it wasn't for the excruiting pain of his skin feeling engulfed in flames, he might have whispered to her. Tell her he was sorry for wandering off. Tell her he was okay and he had found other people to look after him. But he couldn't, he was just crying. Sobbing. Like a child.

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Immediately after the guard was out of sigh and gone she fell to the ground and wrapped her arms around the boy. “Don’t hate me. Please don’t ever hate me, Midas,” she begged him as tears dripped down her face like drops of rain.

Pulling away she wiped the tears off of her face and nodded. “I wish I didn’t have to.” It killed her inside knowing she wouldn’t be able to just stay there and continue their stories and pretend adventures.

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Her tears were not needed, he knew it was something he had to do. She will only have cried more if they had got caught. He was certain he'd get lashes for or kept in his cage for a few days to teach him where he belonged. Either way her tears couldn't be helped.

"It's okay, you had to," He wiped her tears away before crawling into his tiny cage, bringing the door up himself becausae he knew she wouldn't."You did great." He reached his arm through the small gaps and squeezed her arm, his forehead pressed to the cold bars. Tomorrow they will start training. Tomorrow her mother will see who she really is and see whether he can survive. "Ella, I'll see you tomorrow?"

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The day had been long and full of many different types of disasters. Yesterday was the death of her mother, and today, the ceremony had occurred to crown Isabella as leader. Leader of the Fire Clan, the clan she’d hate for so long. A simple walk in the woods always cleared her mind and it’s exactly what she needed right now. With her prized black steed, Mina and her handsome brown and white covered mate, Xel.

Smiling at the two horses she stopped for a brief moment to place her forehead against the snout of her beloved horse. However, her attention swung to the trees at the call of her name. “M- Midas,” her voice stuttered out.

He ran at her, jumping to wrap his arms around her, ignoring the discomfort of his screaming muscles. It hadn't only been a few weeks since he'd seen her but it felt like a lifetime. He'd been stuck under her mothers thumb for what felt like forever. His life getting more complicated as the threats of war approached. As the fires approached. He shook it from his mind. Andromeda had been teaching him a lot of things and he was trying his best to be the best student he could see.

When he stepped back from he smiled, his happiness bubbling through him. "I didn' think we'd see eachother again. How are you?" She looked well. It was like they had never left. His oldest dearest friend has come to him in his hours of need. Would she be happy he left or has her leader blood kicked in. Will his time of small choices be up.

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