Victor had just finished a lengthy(and rather terrifying) conversation with the King. He was back at the sight where Lyra and Marzia had supposedly died in the explosion.

But there were no bodies. No evidence they had really died in the explosion, except a small smear of blood against a tree. But there as a reason this blood was very important. Victor had sent it back to the Capitol, and when tested, it didn't come up as either Lyra or Marzia's.

There was one more piece of evidence.

On a somewhat destroyed tree in the explosion, was a symbol. It was an eagle, flying through a crown. The symbol of the rebellion. The King was convinced they had Lyra. He didn't care about Marzia. But Victor did.

He was sitting at the edge of the crater the bomb had made, the landscape torn up. The forest area was ravaged and destroyed, with little shrubs still stubbornly holding on.

Victor thought about what happened. Marzia, or the name 'Fox', that she had adopted, was most likely alive. She was part of the Rebellion. After hearing that she had joined them while he was in the Capitol, Victor was sure that she had been killed, or captured at the very least.

He often tossed and turned at night during those days, wishing he could've done something different. That he hadn't left. But it was done, or there was no use regretting it. But now the feeling of regret came over him, and Victor wondered if he could've stopped the crazy woman from setting off the bomb.

Maybe he hadn't been trying hard enough. Maybe he let her. Victor shivered at the thought. He would never truly know. Victor stood, brushing the dirt off of his trousers.

He would find Marzia, if she was still alive. And Lyra too. But for now, he had to keep himself alive. Victor turned to the soldiers waiting by the air ship. "Set a course! Trackers, find any clues to where the Rebellion has gone. We're going hunting."

A/N: Hey guys! So sorry I've been gone for so long, I was just pretty busy with school. Anyway, here's the (short) chapter! The next will be up soon.