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The cave seemed to spin around me, the edges of my vision blurring. My strength waned as I struggled to stay conscious. Annie's voice, faint and filled with love, was the last thing I heard before darkness claimed me. "Take her to the headquarters quickly before they catch up. I'll try to distract them. I love you, sister."

Everything faded into a haze, and the last thing I felt was the warmth of Annie's hand slipping from mine.

I woke up in a room that felt both unfamiliar and achingly familiar. The soft light filtered through delicate curtains, casting a warm glow over the space. The room was modestly furnished with a single bed, a wooden dresser, and a small writing desk, yet there was an undeniable sense of déjà vu.

I sat up slowly, my head heavy with the remnants of sleep and confusion. The bedspread, embroidered with intricate patterns, mirrored the one Annie had cherished so dearly. I ran my fingers over the delicate fabric, memories flooding back. My sister—yes, my sister! Panic surged through me as I remembered the events in the cave. Where is she? Is she safe?

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my legs shaky but determined. As if on cue, the door creaked open, and Joel stepped in. His face was a canvas of exhaustion and sorrow, deep lines etched into his features.

"You're awake," he said softly, his voice a mix of relief.

"Yes, I am," I replied, my voice trembling. "Where's my sister?"

Joel's expression darkened, his eyes reflecting a deep well of grief. "She... she didn't make it," he said, his voice breaking. "The poison was too deadly. I tried, but—"

"No!" I screamed, cutting him off. My heart pounded in my chest, a painful, frantic rhythm. "That's not true! Bring my sister to me right now. Bring her to me!"

I grabbed him by the front of his tunic, my fingers digging into the fabric. "Please, Joel, she can't be gone. She just can't be."

He looked down, tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Nia. I did everything I could, but the poison was too strong. She didn't want to slow us down. She made me promise to protect you."

The world tilted, and my vision blurred. I felt my knees buckle, my grip on Joel's tunic slipping. The room spun around me, and the last thing I heard was Joel's voice calling my name as I lost consciousness once more.

When I woke again, the light in the room had shifted. The soft afternoon glow had given way to the dim, flickering light of oil lamps. I lay still for a moment, the weight of my grief pressing down on me like a physical force. My sister was gone. The realization seeped into my bones, cold and relentless.

Over the next few days, I drifted through a haze of sorrow. The rebels headquarters was a sprawling network of underground chambers and passageways, bustling with activity and preparation. Yet, it all felt distant, as if I were watching it through a thick pane of glass.

Each day, Joel visited, his presence a quiet comfort. He tried to coax me into eating, into joining the others, but I couldn't summon the strength. My grief was a bottomless chasm, and I was falling deeper into it with each passing moment.

I spent hours sitting by the small window, staring out at the slivers of sky visible through the thick foliage above. Memories of Annie filled my mind—her laughter, her fierce determination, her unwavering love. The pain was unbearable, a constant ache that gnawed at my soul.

One night, I found myself sitting at the desk, my hands trembling as I traced the patterns on the bedspread. Tears blurred my vision, and I let them fall, each one a testament to the depth of my loss.

"She saved me," I whispered to the empty room. "She took that arrow for me. She loved me, even after everything."

The realization brought a fresh wave of grief, but also a spark of something else—resolve. Annie had given her life to protect me, to give me a chance to fight for our people. I couldn't let her sacrifice be in vain.

Chapter Sixteen

I stood up, my legs steadier now, and walked to the small mirror hanging on the wall. I looked at my reflection, at the dark circles under my eyes, the lines of sorrow etched into my face. I saw my sister's strength in my own eyes, a strength I hadn't realized was there.

With a deep breath, I swore an oath to the reflection staring back at me. "I will avenge you, Annie. I will avenge our parents. I swear it, with every tear I shed and every breath I take."

Tears streamed down my face, but they were no longer just tears of sorrow. They were tears of determination, of a resolve forged in the crucible of loss and love. I had a purpose now, a reason to fight beyond my own survival.

Joel found me the next morning, standing by the door, my face set with newfound determination. He looked surprised but relieved. "Are you ready?" he asked gently.

I nodded. "Yes. It's time to fight. Tell me what's the plan?

The hallway we first entered was narrow, illuminated by dim, flickering lights that cast long shadows on the rough, stone walls. The sound of our footsteps echoed softly, merging with the distant murmurs of unseen conversations.