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Authors: March McCarron
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place impostors of the prince and princess upon the throne. Likenesses of the leaders shall be widely distributed, as well as a full list of other defectors [Section A4].
Here were three sketched faces: decent likenesses of himself, Bray, and Ko-Jin. Yarrow wondered, vaguely, where the images had come from. Bray, who had come to stand behind him, began murmuring a steady stream of curses.
Should any of the public see one of these individuals, or those two pretenders claiming to be Jo-Kwan Bellra and Chae-Na Bellra, report directly to local authorities. Under no circumstances are they to be approached, as each are highly dangerous.”
Mr. Abbort warned to expect higher security measures, including regular neck inspections, until the culprits are apprehended. “We’ll get them. That I promise.”
Pro Tem Head of State, Mr. Quade Asher, also of the Chisanta, gave the following statement: “It is with a heavy heart that I admit the betrayal of my own. The public should be assured that the vast majority of the Chisanta remain loyal to the people of Trinitas, and we shall not rest until those who defile our name are eradicated.”
Crowds gathered to celebrate the arrival of Mr. Asher, who has been hailed as the savior of Accord.
“Check the list,” Bray said.
Yarrow ripped through several pages until he found the list of supposed ‘defectors.’ His eyes skimmed up and down the hundred or so names, many of them familiar: his friends Roldon Green and Rinny Samble, his once-mentor Britt Penrose, Ander Penton, and—his heart stuttered—Dedrre Alvez. The only Chiona he recognized was Dolla Adder, but Bray whispered several names to herself as if they were familiar.
“It can’t mean that all other Chisanta are complicit,” Yarrow said, his mind boggling. The list represented a measly fraction of the total Chisanta. He could not believe his brothers and sisters so feckless.
Bray sighed. “He must have fed them the same story. With his gift…”
Yarrow tossed the paper down on the counter with disgust and his siblings gathered round to read.
Bray chewed on a nail. Yarrow faced his father, who was surveying him with fearful eyes.
“It isn’t true, Da,” Yarrow said, his voice cracking. It broke something inside him, the idea that his own father would know him so little.
His father’s bushy, graying brows drew up. “Of course it isn’t true,” he said. “No boy of mine would do such a thing. But they’ll be looking for you, son.”
“Yarrow,” Bray said with sudden alarm, “Ko-Jin.”
Blight it all . Yarrow closed his eyes and sorted through the feelings in his mind, chastising himself for not keeping closer tabs on his friend. He’d been mostly blocking the feelings of others since the expansion of his ability, to preserve his own sanity.
He touched upon the ball of emotion in his mind that was Ko-Jin. “He’s…alright. But he seems distressed, or as distressed as Ko-Jin gets. We’d better go.”
He opened his eyes and caught the look of hurt on his mother’s face. “I’m sorry, Ma. Our friends are in trouble.”
“You can’t go,” Ree said, flourishing the paper. “Not looking like that. You’ll be spotted straight off.”
“That’s true,” Allon said. “You two don’t exactly…blend.”
Yarrow glanced over at Bray in her trousers and jerkin, her russet hair grown long enough to cover her brow and the tops of her ears, but still far too short for a civilian woman.
Ree pounded up the stairs and returned, out of breath, with a bundle of clothes. “Here. Wear these.”
She led Bray into another room to change and Yarrow slipped into the pantry. He stripped out of his robes so quickly that he dissevered two buttons. The trousers were a touch short, but more or less a good fit. He pulled on shirt, vest, and jacket and hastened back into the kitchen.
“Hey,” Allon said. “That’s my favorite jacket, that is.”
“Shut it, Allon,” Ree
Here were three sketched faces: decent likenesses of himself, Bray, and Ko-Jin. Yarrow wondered, vaguely, where the images had come from. Bray, who had come to stand behind him, began murmuring a steady stream of curses.
Should any of the public see one of these individuals, or those two pretenders claiming to be Jo-Kwan Bellra and Chae-Na Bellra, report directly to local authorities. Under no circumstances are they to be approached, as each are highly dangerous.”
Mr. Abbort warned to expect higher security measures, including regular neck inspections, until the culprits are apprehended. “We’ll get them. That I promise.”
Pro Tem Head of State, Mr. Quade Asher, also of the Chisanta, gave the following statement: “It is with a heavy heart that I admit the betrayal of my own. The public should be assured that the vast majority of the Chisanta remain loyal to the people of Trinitas, and we shall not rest until those who defile our name are eradicated.”
Crowds gathered to celebrate the arrival of Mr. Asher, who has been hailed as the savior of Accord.
“Check the list,” Bray said.
Yarrow ripped through several pages until he found the list of supposed ‘defectors.’ His eyes skimmed up and down the hundred or so names, many of them familiar: his friends Roldon Green and Rinny Samble, his once-mentor Britt Penrose, Ander Penton, and—his heart stuttered—Dedrre Alvez. The only Chiona he recognized was Dolla Adder, but Bray whispered several names to herself as if they were familiar.
“It can’t mean that all other Chisanta are complicit,” Yarrow said, his mind boggling. The list represented a measly fraction of the total Chisanta. He could not believe his brothers and sisters so feckless.
Bray sighed. “He must have fed them the same story. With his gift…”
Yarrow tossed the paper down on the counter with disgust and his siblings gathered round to read.
Bray chewed on a nail. Yarrow faced his father, who was surveying him with fearful eyes.
“It isn’t true, Da,” Yarrow said, his voice cracking. It broke something inside him, the idea that his own father would know him so little.
His father’s bushy, graying brows drew up. “Of course it isn’t true,” he said. “No boy of mine would do such a thing. But they’ll be looking for you, son.”
“Yarrow,” Bray said with sudden alarm, “Ko-Jin.”
Blight it all . Yarrow closed his eyes and sorted through the feelings in his mind, chastising himself for not keeping closer tabs on his friend. He’d been mostly blocking the feelings of others since the expansion of his ability, to preserve his own sanity.
He touched upon the ball of emotion in his mind that was Ko-Jin. “He’s…alright. But he seems distressed, or as distressed as Ko-Jin gets. We’d better go.”
He opened his eyes and caught the look of hurt on his mother’s face. “I’m sorry, Ma. Our friends are in trouble.”
“You can’t go,” Ree said, flourishing the paper. “Not looking like that. You’ll be spotted straight off.”
“That’s true,” Allon said. “You two don’t exactly…blend.”
Yarrow glanced over at Bray in her trousers and jerkin, her russet hair grown long enough to cover her brow and the tops of her ears, but still far too short for a civilian woman.
Ree pounded up the stairs and returned, out of breath, with a bundle of clothes. “Here. Wear these.”
She led Bray into another room to change and Yarrow slipped into the pantry. He stripped out of his robes so quickly that he dissevered two buttons. The trousers were a touch short, but more or less a good fit. He pulled on shirt, vest, and jacket and hastened back into the kitchen.
“Hey,” Allon said. “That’s my favorite jacket, that is.”
“Shut it, Allon,” Ree
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