"Come on." She beckons, and we follow her into the woods.

~~~

Wither POV

They're talking. Discussing my fate like butchers over a pig.

I look unfazed at what remains of Test, a corpse hollowed out from the chest and head in cube like bites. What exactly did they do to him? I heard that man, Ginn, mentioning some sort of Core. Probably some sciencey stuff I never encountered in those books.

I'm still in this glass cylindrical cage. Like some fish tank display. 

Ugh my hair is soaked and I'm dripping wet. I'm already starting to shiver in the cold. I tense and stiffen my limbs as best I can to suppress the trembling. 

I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me as weakened.

I examine the confines of my prison for any possible escapes or at least something useful to get out of here. It's spotless, clean and smooth walls of no loose pieces to break the glass with. 

Just keep cool. 

I peer outside and notice Ginn has left the room. Sward remains lingering, probably on guard.

But is it to make sure I do not escape or to protect me from being retrieved by someone? Leif's friend, that Storm girl, does she know? Has she noticed Leif's long duration of absence and decided to come looking for her?

With what I know of her perceptions of Leif, she should be looking for us now. She always had that protective nature towards Leif, and Leif's naivety has only fuelled her distrust in Leif being safe on her own. 

That's good. At least if I can't figure a way to break out I know she'll break her way in. Considering her destructive power set that should be an easy feat for her.

I can hear and feel her cowering inside at the back of our mind. 

Let her hide then. I hid from the world for years its only fair she get a break from being out here all the time.

Don't worry. We'll get out of here. I assure her. Everything's fine.

"Test.. he's.. is he.. d..dead..?"

...

Yes.

I hear her crying again.

Let's play that game again. Just close your eyes and pretend you're a bird.

"Can I be one of those little brown ones?"

Any kind you like.

I note the button on the sets of machine controls that seems to connect to the chamber we're in.

Now you're flying across the sky, what do you see?

"Trees."

Good, trees are always a good start. Snowy leaves? Autumn trees?

"Um.. rocky trees."

Rocky trees?

Sward is standing guard near the doorway. He can't see the controls and wires.

That's interesting. What exactly do these rocky trees look like? Are they really tall and bushy? Do they have fruits?

"They're tall and spiky like pine trees." Leif starts to drift into imagination. "But some curl in pretty spirals, and hold pretty colourful pebbles."

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