Nyx murmured, “Except there is no one left. The monarchy was built on the Fae’s name, but who is left of that line? Emory is gone. There is no one to oppose him other than us.”
Nei, Roque…Emory. The Academy had been created by the Fae’s to allow a place where humans who had powerful abilities could train and form a government based on equality and prosperity. They were Kiero’s guardians and maintained the balance. That was until Adair had set the world on fire and tipped the scales forever.
Brokk locked eyes with his Commander and knew he was definitely going to be sick. Slightly gasping, “Excuse me,” he scrambled out of the room into the hallway, gulping the damp air. Black spots danced in his vision, threatening to take over. Brokk heard a shuffle of feet and the clicking of the door, then Memphis was standing over him, arms crossed and whispering with venom in his voice, “Pull yourself together Brokk. It’s too obvious that something is wrong.”
Brokk stood up with force, making the world tilt. “We have to tell them. It’s been too long and nothing is getting better. It’s time to make a difference. She could be our difference.”
Brokk knew it was a low blow as Memphis retorted, “You don’t think I realize that as well? But how is everyone going to react when their leaders have kept this a secret for six years? There will be an uprising.”
“The Rebellion will see reason. We start with the team and then go from there. We start with our friends. We owe them that much.”
Memphis ran a hand through his hair, dark circles burning under his eyes. Loosening a breath, he looked to Brokk. “We do this together.”
Brokk stepped closer to his friend, softly saying, “Always.”
Keeping a firm hold on his churning breakfast, he reentered Command knowing that when he came out, everything will have changed.