Christopher wasn't sure how much time had passed since IT had disappeared and had left him and Iris alone.

It felt like ages had passed. He had been steadily and unsuccessfully banging on the door. His shaking hand glided through his hair.

Please, stay with me!

Christopher pressed his index and middle finger on Iris neck checking her pulse.

It's faint but it's better than no pulse.

A hitched breath escaped him.

Loud crushing noises startled Christopher causing his muscles to tense. The cell door was sucked open towards the outside. Instinctively he shielded the Queen's unconscious body.

"Move," a deep male voice snarled at him. He turned his head upwards unwilling to leave Iris unprotected in her state. Christopher saw Joas followed by Lily and Melinda.

Joas pushed him out of the way and kneeled down next to the Queen. He checked for her pulse. He then proceeded to pat her body down, feeling for any onvious injuries. "Iris," he whispered. "Iris what have you gotten yourself into?"

Christopher sighed as he sprung to his feet.

Lily waived her finger toward him as she started firing question after question. "Christopher? Is the Queen dead? What happened to her? Did you do this?"

"She is still breathing. No, it wasn't me. It was IT."

"IT??" All three said together, their eyes almost falling off their sockets.

Joas stared at Christopher and then Iris, "We don't have time for questions now. Clear a path for me, we need to take her to the magistars now."

Joas picked up Iris in his arms bridal style as Melinda and Lily rushed ahead. Christopher was following closely behind. They flew through the dark-brown prison corridors and out into the courtyard. Through the colorful pathways. The flowerbeds were turning their blooms to the ground as the small entourage made their way passed them, as if bowing to the Queen. In less than a minute they were crossing the infirmary mahogany double doors.

A cacophony of sounds bubbling as the magisters spilled out of the infirmary rooms and into the entrance where they stood with Iris in Joas arms.

The magisters took Iris from Joas and disappeared behind the deep purple doors of an extremely long corridor.

An eerie silence slowly crept in the room. Christopher sat in the white cushioned seats of the waiting room. His fingers slowly massaging his temples. This looks bad for me. He glanced around studying the rest of the party.

Joas' balck eyes appeared darker than usual. The permanent lines between his eyebrows became deeper.

Melinda and Lily were pacing up and down digging holes on the marble floor. Melinda's curly hair were on edge, electrified from the nervous energy her body was radiating.

"Why?" Lily asked, no one in particular as she crumbled to the ground. Her back against the wall, her hands covering her face, tears streaming through, "why, why, why?" Melinda was quick and got next to her before Christopher. "Hush sweetie, the Queen is strong, she will get through this." Melinda spoke softly, as she gently stroked Lily's hair.

"She went in with the intention of harming him," Joas barked, looking at Christopher. "It's her own fault."

Lily and Melinda gaped at Joas bewildered at his words and turned to Christopher for confirmation. Christopher simply nodded.

"Why?" Lily insisted.

If looks could kill Joas would most probably have annihilated all three of them.

*****

Her breathing hitched. "Something is not right with my sister," Stella whispered as she flew to the War Room. She placed a hand on top of her chest, "please be all right." She reached the black doors outside the room took in two breaths and calmed her racing heart. As Stella reached for the door it flew open.

"You are late," King Evelthon deadpaned.

"Yes," she replied simply.

"The decisions were taken."

"What decisions?"

King Evelthon turned around and went back into the room. "We are finished here, you may leave," he announced to the generals that were seated around the round war table. "Not you my Queen, we need to talk."

Stella waited, her gaze following the cloudpeople as they exited the room. When the room was empty and the door shut, she wiped her palms on the soft fabric of her long yellow skirt and turned her face towards Evelthon.

"You will be traveling to Silyn," he informed her.

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