There's a lot she doesn't understand, but one thing she does understand is this: there is a very high chance that anyone who happens to be outside of their room on a Thursday night in this castle will die. So when she comes to in the menagerie instead of in the bed in the room she shares with Hiro, and looks up to see moonlight instead of sunlight, her blood runs cold and her breath catches in her throat.
...she doesn't want to die. But she's here because someone has told the Crafters that they intend to kill her, and the Crafters didn't say no. Hand shaking, she reaches up to her hair and feels for the ornament she keeps forgetting to remove before she falls asleep - and, luckily, it's still there. It's not ideal. It's not a weapon, not exactly. But she's sharpened the ends of the wooden sticks, just in case, and maybe it will allow her to defend herself long enough to run for help.
Hiro has an Editor assignment tonight, she remembers. He might still be out in the grounds somewhere, or in the castle. If she can run and find him, then... maybe it will be okay.
She can't die here. Her life is tied to his. If she dies, he might, too. The other Narrators know he's an Editor, so they might not save him if he doesn't have a partner--
A twig snaps from somewhere behind her, and she whirls around to face whoever is coming out of the shadows, her hairpin clutched tightly in one hand.]
chapter five - thursday;
There's a lot she doesn't understand, but one thing she does understand is this: there is a very high chance that anyone who happens to be outside of their room on a Thursday night in this castle will die. So when she comes to in the menagerie instead of in the bed in the room she shares with Hiro, and looks up to see moonlight instead of sunlight, her blood runs cold and her breath catches in her throat.
...she doesn't want to die. But she's here because someone has told the Crafters that they intend to kill her, and the Crafters didn't say no. Hand shaking, she reaches up to her hair and feels for the ornament she keeps forgetting to remove before she falls asleep - and, luckily, it's still there. It's not ideal. It's not a weapon, not exactly. But she's sharpened the ends of the wooden sticks, just in case, and maybe it will allow her to defend herself long enough to run for help.
Hiro has an Editor assignment tonight, she remembers. He might still be out in the grounds somewhere, or in the castle. If she can run and find him, then... maybe it will be okay.
She can't die here. Her life is tied to his. If she dies, he might, too. The other Narrators know he's an Editor, so they might not save him if he doesn't have a partner--
A twig snaps from somewhere behind her, and she whirls around to face whoever is coming out of the shadows, her hairpin clutched tightly in one hand.]
Who's there?!