I slump down in the corner of the cell. I didn't realize before, but my face is caked in mud and I look like I'm a rebel because I'm in rebel clothes.

I try to bend my leg that got shot, but it hurts too much and it drops back to the ground. I think it might be infected.

"Who are you?" Asks a girls voice. A very young girls voice. Very very young. I didn't realize I wasn't the only person in this cell.

"Ivy," I say. As I look toward where the voice came from, a little girl steps out of the darkness with long blonde hair tied back in a braid and with almost to shreds clothes. As I inspect her face I realize she's covered in mud too.

"Gravely," the little girl says shyly, "so how were you caught?"

"Caught? What do you mean caught? I'm not a rebel," I say making myself clear.

"You sure look like one though and if you weren't you probably shouldn't be locked in here," Gravely points out.

"They think I'm a rebel, but I'm Lady Ivy," I say.

"Your lady Ivy?" She asks amazed.

"Ya. So how were you caught?" I ask.

"I wasn't. I was kidnapped, kinda. The king came to the rebels camp and stole me away from my mom," Gravely says.

"What was your mom's name?" I ask curiously.

"Echo," she says distantly.

I gasp. "Wait, your mom is the leader of the southern rebels?" I ask mind blown.

"Ya. Why have you met her?" Gravely asks.

"I did. She made-" I'm cut off from the door to the cell opening.

"You! The king wants to talk to you," says the guard pointing at me before approaching and grabbing me.

"Good bye," I say to Gravely even though I don't think this will be the last time I see her. I watch as she steps back into the darkness and the cell door is locked again.

The guard grabs me by my shirt and shoves me forward as a sign to start walking, but my leg hurts too much and I fall to the ground. As he kicks me to move, I start crawling so he doesn't hit me again.