Whispers padded around the cave. It was dark, and damp, but not necessarily cold.

His brother, Wanderer, stayed close. When it came to unknown places, even Wanderer knew that Whispers was better at finding his way around.

There were sharp rocks sticking this way and that, and a dark river flowing a little ways away.

"Why can't we just go back the way we came?" Wanderer hissed. "This place gives me the creeps."

"I know. It's creepy," Whispers agreed. "Bu those... creatures.... are probably waiting for us."

"True. But is there any other way out?"

"I guess we'll-" Whispers broke off as he caught a familiar sound. A squeak.

"What is it?" Wanderer asked.

"... Mirya's here?"

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Mirya blinked her eyes open. Wait... I'm not... dead? Confused, she sat up slowly. What happened? I thought...

Of course.

Wraith had said it wouldn't kill her. Just... keep her away.

She sighed. Why? Why did everything have to go wrong? What would happen next? Wraith would destroy everything. For a reason unknown to Mirya.

What about Wyatt? And Brioc? What would happen to them? Had Wraith and Alita already found them?

Were the outcasts murderers? What would happen to Haisley, Annika, Saren, and Waylon?

A tiny squeak brought her back to reality- or, whatever this was.

"Oliver?" She asked, and the baby emestrei squeaked again.

Then she heard pawsteps. Not footsteps, not from an Ith or an elf or anything like that. More like... a cat? Two cats?

She stood up, using a sturdy rock to keep balance. Every muscle and bone in her entire body seemed to be aching. Her fingers were tingling- probably from all the fire she'd tried to control when Alita and Wraith had- whatever. She didn't want to relive the memory.

As the pawsteps drew nearer, she started a flame just in case she needed to defend herself. Her mind screamed in protest, obviously not ready to try with fire.

"No need," a very familiar meow purred. "It's been a while, has it not?" Whispers asked.

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Haisley struggled under the bonds that were tying her wrists together behind her back. The outcasts weren't kind people, that was a fact.

She hoped that her and her friends would survive this. They'd been trapped for some days now, Haisley had lost track of how many exactly.

She didn't even know where anyone else was. She felt alone, staring at nothing but darkness of the blindfold.

"She's here," someone said. "Get the youngest one first."

Haisley was lifted to her feet, and pushed along.

Of course she had to be the youngest. She winced as the blindfold was ripped off, and the blinding sunlight hit her eyes full-force.

"Ouch," she muttered, shaking her head, wishing she could block the light with her hands.

"She's just a child!" An annoyed voice said. "Why bind her? Cut those ropes now. She has nowhere to run anyway."

Haisley felt the knife against her  wrists, and they cut down. Cutting her bonds as well as slitting a bit of her hand.

With her eyes still closed, she raised her hands up to her face, shading her eyes from the light.

"Now," the annoyed voice continued, "why did you bring me this child? She's not the one."

"You said to bring you any prisoners, so here you are," a deep, raspy voice snarled. 

"You keep children prisoners? I said that the one I'm looking for has brown hair, green eyes, and this one here has blond hair, and I don't know what color eyes..." the person trailed off. "I know you."

"What?" Haisley slowly opened her eyes again. This time, her eyes got used to the light quicker, so she could see who was speaking.

A woman. She had a cape blocking out everything but her... amber eyes. And she was standing in a ruin of sorts.

"Your that girl who was in Umrion, am I right? The one who's life I almost took."

Haisley rubbed the scar on her neck. "You," each word dripped with anger.

"Yes, me," the amber-eyed evil person answered. "I have no use of you," she turned to the one who brought Haisley in. "Do what you want with her. It's her friend that I need."

"What do you want with Mirya?" Haisley asked before the door closed.

The cloaked one walked over to her slowly at the question. "You can only fight fire with fire."

"What?"

"Take her and her group away."

"Of course," the raspy guard hissed. "But first make sure that the others are of no use to you, just in case."

"All right, fine. Send the rest of them in. Then after you waste my time, take them away, and do what you want. And get the best of the outcasts. I need to find the girl.

"Of course," the guard dipped his head and went out. "You stay here," he told Haisley, leaving her in a different room. "I'll be back in a few minutes to get you."

Haisley rolled her eyes. Did he seriously think she wasn't going to try to get away?

She studied her surroundings for a moment. She seemed to be in some sort of kitchen- or the ruins of one, anyway.

The room looked like the buildings from... the Ithlondern league?

I'm in the Ithlondern league? What? 

She remembered a book she'd read once. It was just before the great war that separated the three kingdoms. This was the building where it all started.

This chapter isn't very good, so I'll probably edit it again, but you get the idea of the whole chappie, I think :)