A violent scream of wind.

Gently he took her hand, restraining from dragging her into the wall. He was quite annoyed deep inside. He would rather take Miraye back into the sunlight than the girl who betrayed their quest. But he continued to give her a warm look while she crawled out of the cell. Her dress was torn and he saw her skin tattered in filth. It was revealing all the least and it caused a surge of deep loathing in him. He felt like hitting her for so many reasons, both understandable and not. It was hard to him to keep himself in control. How would he keep her trust? What if Miraye found out? Yes, he knew she was alive. She heard her call the night before. It was nearly dawn now and she’d know what had happened. They were connected in a strange way. He looked down at Stelon. If it weren’t for the fact that Miraye knew her, she would have killed her.

Seryale locked the cell bars behind her. Once again he noticed her dress.
“No, no… this won’t do,” he muttered holding out his left palm in front of her. He was starting to compare her body to Miraye’s but resisted the thought. He knew what he had done before was very wrong and was very sorry to ever do so. It made him loose her after all.

Stelon stared at him, unable to fix her face into a confused expression. She heard a weird hiss come from his throat and the threads of her dress repaired immediately. Seryale felt better after not seeing her flesh in revealing place and handed her a cloak similar to his. She took it into his arms and managed to look at him with a questionable face.

“Put that on now if you want to live,” he said, trying to hold back from an insult of how stupid could one be. He turned his head ahead of them and felt the breeze of the cloak being worn. Once Stelon was covered, he took her hand. He muttered those same words again to find her and the compass reappeared. He set foot and dragged her along behind him. Soon, they were sprinting from hall to hall with shrieks of prisoners begging for freedom and mercy. Seryale ignored them even though there was a strange desire to do away with all of them.

“No wonder you people are down here,” he muttered, “You deserve it. If you were my prisoners, you’d all be dead!” They ran up and up. He heard her gasp for breath but merely tugged at her wrist. No way were they going to slow down. Something would occur. He felt it in his veins. Larkin had called for Stelon and Lovely would find out and see the empty cell. Guards would be set on them and they had to hurry. At least she had to hurry. Seryale could’ve disappeared into a cloud of smoke. He would have done that, but she didn’t rank in his class. It could be only performed with certain classes of people. She wasn’t one of them. Only ones of sacred blood were able to vanish from one place to another. If he made her vanish with him, only the half of her would appear. That would cause a stir when they saw a pair of legs running about. But the thought was funny.

“Please, slow down!” she begged.
“Shut up. Keep running.”

That’s when it happened. A loud sound roared through the halls. Lovely found out.
“Gods blasted!” He yelled and stopped. Stelon tripped. The compass was still before them, but if they continued to follow, it would only lead into trouble and longer paths. He closed his eyes and held out his free hand, crossing his middle fingers and uttered another foreign word. The compass turned red and disbursed into red butterflies that surrounded him and the girl. They swirled around them faster and faster when their bodies glowed. The compass formed in front of them, now glowing in green.

“GO!” Seryale bellowed and he picked up his legs and they were running incredibly faster. Sweat was forming on his brow and they were stampeding through each of the hallways. He could hear Stelon panting loudly since the magic was having a negative effect on her. He didn’t care now. He just had to get them out. They sped through the corridors and Seryale was yelling, his lungs swelled. It echoed as a terrifying cry and everyone took a step back when they heard it. This gave them a few more seconds since it intimidated everyone who heard it. It was haunting to say the least and indescribable to imagine.

The red glow was beginning to wear off, but they were almost to the staircase. They were slowing down and he knew the girl’s legs were beginning to ache. Finally, they reached the staircase. “Catch your breath quickly,” he hissed at her without even looking. She gasped for breath and panted, falling to her knees at her exhaustion. Seryale was just sweating but didn’t feel sore or tired. It was the usual for him. He in took a deep inhale and looked behind them.

“Funny, I don’t remember inviting you all to my tea party,” he said, an eyebrow raising at the sight. It was out of nowhere the guards appeared and they too were panting from their chase. The held their weapons in their arms and pointed them at Seryale. The sorcerer smirked and stood in front of them. “I do believe we’re all mad because your shrike has stolen all your women, am I correct?” He folded his arms and took a step forward. They, in response, stepped back. “Why so afraid, gentlemen? I am not as great as I seem.”

“Hand back the prisoner,” one of them answered, “by the order of the shrike!”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then, we’ll fight!”
“Is that so?”
“Yes!”
“Really?”
“STOP THAT!”
“Stop what?”

With that, the guard lunged at him while Seryale took a step to the right, the guard missing entirely. “Go up the stairs, girl,” he thought and she heard him back in her mind. She obeyed and didn’t question how it was so he spoke in her mind.

“SHE”S GETTING AWAY!”
“And away she will!” Seryale exclaimed, taking out his hands from his robes. “And you, my friends, will not.”