They took her to a large room filled with bright light. It was so bright that Fan had to shield her eyes. A voice spoke.

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. Fantasy Mage. Daughter of Cynthia and Robert Mage, aka the towns former healers. Too bad they couldn‘t save themselves from the bandits.”

At the mention of her parents Fan clenched her teeth, but didn’t say a word.

“So, you were trying to get into our weapons storage eh? Wouldn‘t you be trying to get medicines healer-girl? It would be what your parents wanted. Their sole child to follow in their footsteps..”

“Shut up.” She said, shaking with anger

“What did you just tell me to do?” The man asked

“I told you to shut up!” She repeated looking up and into the face of the prince.

“5 years in the dungeon, then possibly I‘ll let her be a maid in the kitchens.” He said spitting in Fan’s face as the guards restrained her and exited the room. She put up a fight that the guards had to literally knock her out to get Fan down to the dungeon.

When Fan next awoke 5 days after her trial, she was in a dark room. ‘Peh, not like I haven’t been in here before…although those times were saving others…Not needing saving’ She squinted in the dark and saw they had bound her hands behind her instead of leaving them in front ‘Goddess, they don’t trust me… Ah well, at least it’s rope.’

Fan squirmed a bit and managed to get the knife she always hid in the back of her belt loose. Slowly and carefully, she managed to get a small slice in the rope, enough for her to pull it apart. After checking that there were no guards, she carefully used her knife to pick the lock, occasionally stopping to listen for guards.

Opening the door, Fan crept down the hall, silently freeing other rebels as well and telling them to escape through the servant doors. She had her own business to take care of.

Back with the rebels, a heated debate was going on about Fantasy being caught. Myst had to speak inn front of the leaders of the entire rebellion against the royals. He was nervous as hell but his love for Fan got him through it.

As he climbed the ladder that led to his room, Myst noticed several people running toward the hideout. They were the rebels that had been caught earlier that month and last month as well. Brushing it off that they had escaped on their own, he shut his door and went to bed, dreaming of Fantasy until his brother rudely awakened him.

"Oi! The escapees brought news of your girlfriend!" Flayme half-shouted so that Myst fell from his bed.

So what will happen next? Will Fan and Myst be reunited? Or will the idiotic prince have somthing to say about it?