Chapter 5: Escape Plan

Remilia's POV. 

Eryndor stood before the cell, smiling at me with a glint of contempt in his eyes. He smiled gingerly, shaking his head and sighing. “Why did you choose this?” He asked. “I offered you friendship but you spat in my face,” he sighed.

“Rather the world burns down around me than I accept to be friends with one who would betray his own people, are you not even ashamed of one bit of yourself?” I demanded from him. I felt betrayed but it wasn't because he turned against me, I already sensed that a long time ago. I felt betrayed because I thought he was at least a man of character but as it would turn out, he was just like any other greedy bastard! 

I felt glad at the moment though that I didn't allow my children to grow up in his presence. They would have been corrupted by these habits of self centeredness and greed. I still glared at him as he began to speak. 

“Misery, misery, misery, that is all you have chosen for yourself, an eternity of suffering. I offered you a chance, you could have submitted yourself to me but you saw yourself as an untouchable phalanx,” he shook his head. “You would even taunt me with your intelligence, well, look at it now, you are in a holding cell for a crime you didn't commit, soon to be killed,” he shook his head. 

I glanced at him and realized that from his world he held no remorse in the blackness of his heart, just hatred, envy and pain. I smiled at him and shook my head. “What is it you want? Or are you so jobless that you came here to gloat over my life choices?” I had no interest in his perry utterances, I hadn't accepted my fate yet and him talking to me is not giving me the time to think. I need him out of my way now, his presence disgusted me. 

“I came to offer you a choice, a simple one at that,” he said. 

“And what choice is that,” I squeezed my face and sat down on the dry ground crossing my leg into a meditative posture. 

“I will have the council fake your death, and you will be banished, just do one very good thing for me,” he said with an air of arrogance in his voice.

“And what might it be that the mighty and powerful Alpha needs!” I replied in a subtle voice. 

“Simple, hand over the word, the night sword, give it to me!” He gazed at me with a firm and sturdy expression, allowing me to see all the seriousness in his face. He wanted this sword more than anything.  

I stood up and sighed, walking over to him in soft graceful steps, like I wasn't the one in a stinking cell currently. I glided over to him and held his hand suddenly, he jerked but I was holding those hands with extreme determination, my claws crawled out of my finger tips, as he tried to fight through the bar. “Look at me, Eryndor, look into my eyes. There is no occasion where my sword will ever be yours. And I will tell you now, I will be back,” I heard my own voice and it scared me. It was a tone that ascertained dominance, rage and pride in one go. “When I come back and you're still the same, it is my sword that I will drive through your throat!” I said and released him. He stumbled across the corridor, holding his hand. 

I think I might have bled him with her claws. He glanced at me and shook his head. “You never learn do you?” He sighed and then disappeared down the passageway.

After that day I didn't have any visitors until the seventh day, an hour to dusk when someone walked to my cell. The man was masked and when he walked to my cell, I didn't hear his footsteps. When I glanced up and saw him, I jerked backwards in fear. 

The man fumbled through a bunch of keys and swung open the door to my cell. I didn't even think twice, I blipped out of the cell barely taking two steps to reach the corridor. The man led the way silently and I followed, wondering who it was that could have come to save me. 

He took a sharp bend towards a certain area and they had to climb through the palace’s roof. He didn't say anything throughout. He just led the way, as quickly and hastily as possible. I couldn't even speak the entire time I was trying to control myself from not chickening out. 

I did plan how I was going to escape all the other days I have been in the cell but now that I had an escape route in front of me, I was scared. Scared, knowing this would mean I was leaving the kingdom I had known and loved forever. Knowing I would probably not even survive the outside world. I was also scared of getting caught and also scared of this person in front of me. Who was he?. 

After a while we reached the exit to the roof and he jumped down and I followed suit, he caught me in his arms and I immediately caught his scent. I glanced up in realization, as he sprinted towards the open road, through a corner that would evade the guards. 

“Axel?” I called. 

“Yes,” he replied. 

“Why are you doing this?” I asked him. 

“I don't believe Eryndor one bit,” he replied as we reached the end of the trail we were currently following. He turned to me and opened his mask. “Look, I can't go further than this, but I did the little I could. Along the way, you should see a few resources that would help your journey. I am sorry I couldn't help more than this,” he sighed, shaking his head.

I leaned forward and hugged him tightly. “Thank you,” I said and he nodded. 

I then turned forward heading towards my freedom, as he tracked back.