CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

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"You would do that for me?" she asked. Her eyes were wide with the purest form of relief and confusion I had seen in a long time. Emotions just seemed to melt and puddle in her eyes.

He nodded, "Of course. No one should be treated as you have, especially someone as beautiful as you. Your family is probably worried sick. I'll do everything I can to get you back home, and I'm sure once we get her, Aislin will help too."

Diyva seemed at a loss for words so Arius filled the silence once again. "Come," he said gesturing forward with his hand, "Let's rejoin the others and find her." She nodded and the both of them continued on their way. As they joined us once again, we had reached the room Kingsley and I had found Diyva in.

"We are here," Kingsley said, walking forward and picking up the white headdress Divya had left behind in her escape.

All heads turned to Divya. "Lead the way," I said.

She began to walk forward and down the same hallway, she had escaped from us the first time. "Walk slow and behind me at all times, and don't step on the black titles."

"Why can't we step on the black tiles?" Willow asked as he stepped on one accidentally. The sound of gears echoed and rumbled within the floor.

"Everyone off the black tiles!" Divya yelled. As quickly as we all could, we made sure none of us were stepping on the black tiles and I watched as several 3-foot spikes lifted swiftly out of each large black tile on the floor. They disappeared as quickly as they came.

August let out a squeal of fear as the spikes were only inches from his face. He turned around to look at Willow, "You have to stop doing that! First the red string and now this? Did Aislin ever teach you to keep your hands to yourself?"

Willow's face was in a semi-permanent state of fear, and it seemed like he died a little inside.

"Is everyone okay?" Méabh called out from her spot in the back of the line. A chorus of yes's was called out in return. A breath of relief escaped my lips.

"The dungeons were made to keep people in. Though those are the only traps that still work." Divya said. She started to walk again as we continued to follow her.

These underground passages were long, dark, and dusty. We were walking through a maze of sorts and the dungeon seemed to be tearing itself apart. Random wood beams collapsed in the middle of the hallways, splintered into pieces. Fabric from the country's flag that was put under here was torn from the walls and ripped to shreds by what I could only assume were rodents.

Divya came to a stop in the middle of a large circular opening. The entire group filtered in but was left disappointed. We had reached a dead end. Before anyone had the time to express the obvious disappointment or anger they felt inside, Divya walked forward toward the stone wall and pushed against it with all her might. A door morphed from the stone wall and began to groan as it was opened. What was left in its wake was a dark hole with the beginning of a staircase. Divya turned towards us, "She's in here."

A jolt of sudden urgency filled us all and we made our way down the dark staircase. The chamber looked exactly like the one in Laventhrope. Once was all got to the bottom and lit the lamps on the walls what we found surprised us more than anything.

Aislin wasn't there, but Elowen and Juniper stood there with sly grins as they were felt in Aislin's wake.


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Author Note!

Hello My Mickey Mouse Club House Members!!❤️

Thoughts >

Random >

How is your day today? Was it bad? Good? In between?

QOTD: What is a cute name you like to be called/call other people? Romantic or non-romantic, doesn't matter.

Someone called me Stellina a couple of months ago, and they said it means little Star.. bro I LOVE THAT! I literally teared up it made me so happy bc it was so cute!!

Love you all thank you for reading! Xoxox 💋💋

- Mickey ✨

- Mickey ✨

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