CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE

Myra's Pov

The hardest part was finally standing up from the chair. Because in the moment it felt like I had been disabled my whole life; but by some miracle I was now suddenly healed, the way father had to help me up out of it.

Everything else was simply a blur.

As Francis and Elora had been dragged outside, then chopped to pieces in front of my own eyes; before being thrown down into makeshift graves, while Henry was hanged on a long wooden pole. And a pole interpreted by Izon as a flag of the Rogues sincerity?

I was lost in a haze as the shovel hit dirt and he covered up the grave mouths. Before hoisting Henry with a pulley system to the top of the pole. I didn't know what to say. And as I had watched him, a part of me felt guilty for not feeling any remorse. I watched three people die and felt nothing. And it disturbed me.

I remembered when the door finally opened with me standing just next to it. The flood of light that rushed in on my eyes that almost blinded me, and how I fell