"And? You spoke to him? What did he say?" She asked urgently. Mikey and I shared a look. I couldn't say it. I wouldn't. "He said not to save him." Mikey spoke in a quiet voice. Bridget didn't respond. No, 'are you kidding me?' No, 'are you sure that's what he said?' She was just still.
"Why not?" He argued. "We're as much of heirs to the throne. And T was way younger than both of us before he started taking responsibility in an actual war." Bridget looked like she wanted to be angry but it looked to me like she didn't have the energy for even that. "Joshua, I'm not having this
Tristan’s POV When my eyes adjusted, I saw activity. Lots of it. People all around, tents, firewood, children... A whole civilisation we thought we separated. People stopped what they were doing immediately to watch as we passed. That's when the chants started. The 'boos' were the loud.
I opened my eyes. I was on the floor in Tristan's room. I heard a groan and turned to see Mikey clutching his head. "Does anyone else feel like they've been hit across the head with a frying pan?" I looked at Josh and saw that he was also wincing in pain as he sat up. They both looked the way I
"Crystal?" At first I was paralysed for a second. Seeing him. Seeing his face, hearing his voice. It felt like a dream. A dream come true. "Tristan." I breathed out as I sprinted over to him. He caught me right as I jumped into his hands. I opened my eyes alarmed. His arms were clearly aroun
Mikey sighed. "I don't wanna be the pessimistic one. That's usually Josh's thing. But you do realise that creating this link means we all have to open our minds to each other." Joshua and I looked at each other. I knew he was basically aiming this at me. Him and Joshua already had their bond. I wa