31 Rhoswen & the Nameless

_Rhoswen & the Nameless_

"What do you mean he said no?" Ryus asked the small girl with red eyes. She gave him an apologetic look that he did not accept.

"He would not budge no matter what I said," She said with tears swelling in her eyes. "I tried so hard, I did!" Rhoswen told the two prisoners. "If he does not execute you here then he will send you to the capital to be tried by the king... and I do not think you will make it out of there alive. Perhaps I can-"

"You have done enough," Kehan told her calmly, Ryus giving him a weary look. "Perhaps that is our destiny. Going to the capital... one of the seven is likely in trouble, right? That girl you saw?" He asked her.

Rhoswen gave him a conflicted sort of look. "I do not know her as I know you. I have not seen much of her-"

"How much of us had you seen before we met?" He asked her thoughtfully.

"Roughly the same..." She mumbled out now.

"See? Besides, if we are to be tried in the capital, we will likely see her in the dungeons, according to your visions she will be there."

"But I do not know if you will be too late or too early! There is no date to my visions," She said distressed. "She may not be there when you arrive,"

Kehan frowned, thinking to himself now, and Ryus spoke up. "If we do see her, there is nothing for us to do. It is unlikely we will be able to get ourselves out, let alone her.

"When was the last time you had a vision?" Kehan spoke up now.

Rhoswen gave him a confused look. "When I shook hands with Ryus," She answered.

"Do things like that normally trigger visions?" He asked now.

Rhoswen thought about it for a split second before shaking her head. "No, most times they just happen by themselves. Most times when I sleep."

"What is with this talk of her visions?" Ryus asked his friend.

"If we can get her to have another vision, then maybe she'll learn more information." Kehan said thoughtfully.

Rhoswen thought it over in her head. "We can try to trigger one. Kehan let me shake your hand."

Kehan stood from his bench and walked to the bars separating Ryus and him from Rhoswen who was here without ser Dane. Supposedly he was caught up in other work so Rhoswen snuck her way in here.

When Kehan stuck his hands through the bars Rhoswen reached for it, nearly cringing in the process. She did not like daytime visions. They came with pain disorientation and confusion. When nothing happened, she let out a silent sigh of relief.

"It didn't work." Kehan said disappointed.

"Maybe if she shook my hand again," Ryus said now, getting up from his own bench with a slight cringe. His side still hurt but he paid it no mind as he made his way to the bars and stuck his hand through them.

"You believe it then?" Kehan asked Ryus, eyebrows raised. "The visions- the-"

"Not quite but indulging in it doesn't hurt, does it?" Ryus reasoned, but Rhoswen stayed quiet. It hurt if it worked, she thought.

The blonde girl took his tan hand in her pale one and immediately fell to her knees, her body attempting to fall forward but instead slamming her head against the iron bars of the cell. The only thing Rhoswen heard was a brief foreign language she guessed was a curse.

Her eyes rolled back and her muscles locked up, this world fading from her eyes and sending her to another. Here it was dark for a moment, as it normally was. And as if sensing her realization of darkness, objects came into view. A humming and buzzing sounded to her ears, soon clearing to reveal speech. She looked around her surroundings. A fancy room, one far finer than her own which was quite a feat. For a moment, she wondered if this was a room in the Denheim castle, but the architecture was far different, foreign even.

The room was filled with white and silver, the gold colors giving a pop to the place. Nearly everything seemed delicately made, crafted to its finest, purest form. Almost nothing was dark in color, making the room a bright place to be. But she soon noticed the bars on the windows, and the dark figure that loomed near them. Yellow honey eyes turned to face her own. The golden hue to them put any copy of the color around the room to shame. They were full of danger, a wildness that threatened you. The man they were apart of was more threatening.

He was not as dirty as the last time she had seen him, but his hair was still messy, and even though he was dressed and cleaned up, there was still a feral temperance about him that somehow darkened the bright room around him. He was facing a small girl. Her hair long, and pure white, with black at the ends. She fit the room well, her slightly off-white dress and pale skin nearly blending into the scenery around her.

They were arguing about something in a language she did not recognize, it did not sound anything similar to the language the Ryus and Kehan spoke. The girl seemed calm, her smooth voice carried around the room fluently, why the man's was much rougher, and held a different accent from her own. He was a prisoner, she realized. But how important was this man to be held captive in such a lavish room?

Perhaps she would have known more if she could understand what they were saying. She would understand then why the man seemed to grow more upset. Rhoswen felt her heart pick up when the man grabbed the girl by the throat and slammed her into the wall, near the window, bringing his mouth close to her ear to whisper in that same language.

Guard's she had not noticed before came and hauled him off of her, but he only laughed and let them, soon shoving them away when he was far enough from the white haired girl who now held her neck and glared back at him. He shrugged and moved back to the window, almost as if on instinct. Rhoswen watched confused before the scene faded away. The man was one of the seven she had seen. Why was it that such a ferocious man was important?

Her questions were never answered as she was promptly sent to another scene. The wilderness. It looked near Faun Gaia, she guessed. The birds sounded similar to those around the castle, only louder, perhaps more in number, only the crows occasionally piped up louder than any other. These trees were old, and they had seen much in their time. Somehow she could feel it. They would only come to see more.

She caught the blurry sight of blood red hair. A crimson flash of a head before things changed and she found a pair of violet eyes staring into hers. "Stop." He told her simply before she gasped, only momentarily coming out of the vision to catch a glimpse of Ryus's and Kehan's worried faces. In the next moment she was back into the vision, watching A curly haired boy wash himself in a stream, grey almond eyes focused on his task. She recognized these eyes too.

The running boy, she wondered, from one of her previous visions , only this time he was shirtless, a large burn scar cascading from above his left elbow and across the left side of his chest and torso. It was a faint blue and white color in some places. She thought it looked like lightning from the sky on stormy nights. Rhoswen wondered where someone could get such a scar, surely it had to be tremendously painful. The severity of the spider webbing scars told her that this had been quite a bad burn.

She watched the foreign looking boy catch the attention of the blood hair'd one she had seen before. Curiously, they met eyes and stared at each other. The curley grey eyed boy stood straight from the stream and took a few steps backwards, never breaking eye contact with those blank violet eyes. It was as if there were no words that needed to be passed between the two before grey eyes were running from robed violet ones. She saw a flash of blood and felt her stomach churn.

Both of them were one of the seven, she realized. One of them was going to die- and she did not know if that was going to change things. Panic built up in her chest, pressing her emotions to a hot worrying feeling. What happened if one of the seven killed each other? Was she not capable of gathering them all before they were torn apart? So far all this vision had done was give her nothing but worry and confusion.

Another scene came to her now, darker and damper. Another prison, similar to the one she was in now. A beat up black haired girl was crying, reaching through the bars to hold hands with a man who looked quite similar to her. Perhaps a brother or cousin, Roswen thought. She did not know why the girl was here but she was clearly distraught, and Rhoswen felt for her, empathizing more than she should have for a stranger.

Ryus and Kehan entered the scene, shoved into a cell next to the girls. They looked shocked, and rightfully so. The girl's blue eyes paid them no mind but once they said her name clearly, she turned to look at them.

"Savarine?" Kehan had mumbled out in question. The girl sniffed away her crying and nodded to them suspiciously, likely cautious of strangers.

The view came away from Rhoswen but something lingered, emotions. The strong emotions of that girl... Savarine. As Rhoswen came too, the room and Ryus and Kehan's faces appearing to her, she felt her cheeks wetten. Whatever that Savarine girl had gone through, Rhoswen did not know, but it was a terrible feeling. She felt it clear as day as her hand came to her mouth and the tears ran down her face. She did not feel the nausea from her vision, nor the muscle pain, only the raw emotions of the girl she had witnessed.

"Rhoswen?" Kehan was asking her name, and had been asking multiple times before she noticed him. When her blue eyes met his brown ones, a look of worry crossed his face. "Are you alright? Was it something you saw?" he asked her.

"I- it was," She sniffed. "The girl, the girl you are going to meet. Something happened to her and I- I don't know what it was," She managed to get out.

Ryus looked at her confused. "So why are you upset?"

"I- I don't know," Rhoswen croaked out, wiping the tears from her eyes. "She was just so sad..."

"Are you... are you sharing her emotions?" Kehan asked her now.

Rhoswen sniffed and wiped at her eyes. "Perhaps..." She managed to say.

Kehan and Ryus shared a look, not a doubtful one, but one of concern. Ryus looked away all to soon, knowing that Kehan was urging him to believe these things. "Had you seen anything else?" Ryus asked her.

Rhoswen sniffed and wiped at her eyes. "I- I saw three of the other seven." She admitted.

"What had you seen?" Ryus pressed.

"Well first, I saw the foreign one... I do not understand their language but he is a prisoner of some sort."

"Are we all being locked up?" Ryus said with an incredulous scowl.

The small blonde girl shook her head. "This is different. He is locked up in some sort of nobility castle- someone with a lot of money- more than Denheim- the capital here."

"Are they from that other kingdom- what is it called. The third kingdom in this area," Kehan asked, his knowledge of this continent very limited. He knew there was three kingdoms here, the Iceariyan kingdom which was cold and poor, The richest and central kingdom of Ashmore, and the last one, the island kingdoms of Valvran.

Rhoswen shook her head. "Valvran? They speak the common tongue. They are just a group of islands parading as a strong kingdom but they're very vulnerable. They would not have enough money for such a lavish castle- they spend most of their money on a strong navy."

"What does he look like?" Ryus asked now.

"Not western... or maybe he is? I don't suppose I really know... There was a girl with him. She had white hair and it was black at the ends.. She was really pale- almost white," Rhoswen explained.

"So like you?" Ryus asked, and she shook her head.

"Not like me, my skin is pale- but hers was paler." She tried to explain, and then a realization dawned over her. "She had these very pointy ears... like none I had ever seen."

"Pointy ears?" Kehan repeated. "I've never heard of such at thing." He looked to Ryus but the other merely shrugged.

"The two of them had been arguing but I don't know what about because of the language difference. The yellow eyed man- one of the seven, he had gotten really mad and took her by the neck. He said something to her but I don't know what it was," She admitted.

The two nameless brothers frowned. "Is he dangerous?" Ryus asked her.

Rhoswen frowned too, unsure of what to say. "I do not know for certain..."

"What about the other two you saw?" Kehan piped up.

Her brows raised now as she thought over that vision for a moment, but she came to frown again. "I saw them together." She told them now. "One was after the other, and I... I think one of them dies."

"What do you mean?"

"I recognize the robes one of them was wearing," She said in realization. "A woman came to visit me the other day- wearing similar robes as the boy I saw." She explained, her brows raised. "She said she was part of an organization for people with abilities- abilities like mine but different. She was before me like a ghost- told me her body was farther north from here. She phased right through me!"

"You sound crazy," Ryus pointed out but he was shoved in the shoulder by Kehan.

"I know I do, but I would not lie about these things." She told him seriously.

"What organization is she from?" Kehan asked her.

"She would not tell me."

Kehan gave her a sorry look. "I am near Ryus on this one. I want to believe you, but I do not see what this woman has to do with anything..."

Rhoswen felt her heart flutter in her chest, irritation creeping up her neck like a hot blanket. "But- but you are always first to believe me," She said now. "Please, take my word for it."

"We took your word on your promises, and we are still here," Kehan pointed out sadly, motioning to the prison cell.

It was Ryu's turn to shove him in the shoulder. "Promises and what she says happened are different."

Kehan's brows found their way up his forehead. "I suppose that is true. I apologize." He told Rhoswen.

She narrowed her eyes. "I am tired of people not believing me." She told him sternly. "Just listen, okay? The other one, not in robes, had a big burn scar on his left side- it was faintly blue and white. He looks eastern."

"We have never seen an easterner," Kehan pointed out.

"It is hard to explain, but you would know the difference if you saw him." She reassured. "He ran from the other without saying anything. It looked like they were near here, by the geography."

"Geography?" Ryus repeated in a thick accent. Kehan repeated the word in their mother tongue and the others eyes widened as he repeated it.

Rhoswen looked confused and looked between the two. Kehan was the one who spoke up. "Ryus was not the best at your common tongue."

"He sounds very fluent,"

Ryus smiled now. "It is all deception,"

Rhoswen went on to explain more of her vision before she heard a thud from beyond the hallway doors. "Someone is here," she spoke up. "I am not supposed to be down here," She moved, standing to move into the dark corner of an empty cell. Soon thumping boots could be heard walking down the hallway until they came into the large wing of cells.

Armored men came to stand before the cell of the two deserters. They unlocked it and ordered the two to stand and hold out their arms for cuffs. They did as they were told but Ryus was the one to speak up.

"Where are you taking us?" He asked them.

"None of your concern," A guard answered gruffly.

"I believe it is my concern where I am going." he said back, pulling away from the guard.

"If you resist, we will get physical. Let's go."

Rhoswen watched them leave with concerned eyes. They were going to Denheim, she realized. To the capital to meet Savarine. She was not sure what they had to do from there. They had to take Savarine and escape.

When the guards left, Rhoswen followed silently, planning to yell to them that they had to escape. But she could not do that down here- getting in trouble now would only result in more conflict. It would make things harder.

When the guards were completely out, she snuck out herself and ran ahead of them, going through different hallways before she reached the front of the castle, where they would be brought to a jaling carriage.

She was breathing heavily, and had just barely beat them as they were dragged out the front doors and pushed towards the cart. "Ryus! Kehan!" She called to them, catching the eyes of the guards and the two brothers.

"When you see her, find a way out, and take her with you! I'll- I'll try to find you!"

"That'll be enough out of you, girl," One guard said to her as he shoved the two into the back of the carriage.

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A/N: I try to make my characters act upon reason, and I try to give them depth why they do so. I'm not particularly good at writing children, so if you've noticed, both my youngest characters (Rhoswen (12) and Nyka (13)) may act very mature for their age.

I'd like to ask if you think either of these characters are too mature, or lack reasoning in their actions. Though each only has 6-7 chapters so far, what do you think?

I'll fix inconsistencies, or unreasonable thoughts/actions when I edit this whole mess lol.

It's crazy to me that I'm already on chapter 31, and the story is just starting. I have nearly 100,000 words which is the length of a short book. I'm aiming for 300,000 words, and around 70 chapters, but I may end up with more or less depending on how things go.