“You don’t have to do this, you know?” Deija hissed still gripping onto the sheathed weapon as Sybil stared at her, her palm outstretched demanding the sword.

“If I don’t, then who will Deija? When will the bloodshed end? Every single other woman that The Countess thinks is a threat is executed by her. The Sisters of the Page can not ignore her any longer. Every girl not in the Sisterhood is at risk. The Sisters picked and trained me for this purpose. And I’m not going to let her touch you, the only person I care about. This all ends today.” Sybil forced her voice to not crack as she took the sword from her sister’s hand.

Deija bit her lip and crouched lower in the bushes as Sybil stood up and sprinted around a corner of the massive palace, looking for her entry point. Sybil forced all throughts from her mind except for the task at hand. She had to find an open window, she had to confront The Countess and bring her to justice. She could not fail the Sisters of the Page now. She would not fail Deija again.