Downfall : | Fourth Wing | Garrick Tavis |

Chapter 5

Adira

After formation we went straight to our rooms to change. They tried to get us to eat but most of us first years weren't in the mood.

We were all shuffled back to our barracks and got ready for bed early. Well everyone else did.

I sat on my bed in the crowded barracks room sharpening my daggers.

How freaking long does it take people to shower.

Once all the beds were slowly occupied I got up and headed in there. I'm not afraid of someone stabbing me in the shower.

I'm afraid of someone seeing the rebellion relic that stretches from my left ankle, over my hip in swirls that reach onto my stomach, all the way up my left side until my collar bone and down my left arm.

"My fucking mother" I think staring into her eyes and face in the mirror as I stand in the bathing rooms so late at night.

Did Codagh really have to make mine so damn big.

I'm gonna have to figure out how to run off of minimal sleep if I have to keep this up.

If anyone sees this it will run around the quadrant like wildfire, everyone in Navarre will know General Melgren was married to a Rebel and he didn't even know it.

That won't do for him, he can't have people knowing he was blinded by anything, especially not love for a woman who was manipulating his emotions for years to help the cause.

I guess it explains the bigger mark, not only did she betray Navarre in his mind, but she also betrayed him and Codagh.

He will kill me if they know.

I just have to pray to the gods that nobody questions the long sleeves all the time.

It's like being stabbed in the chest every time a marked one looks at me with so much hatred in their eyes because my father executed their parents.

"They don't know he executed the only parent that loved you" I have to repeat in my head.

They don't know that you knew the second the executions were "over" you would have to stay and watch your mother burn.

Watching all of the other children see it happen to their own parents, one by one until the room was cleared, and you were left with just your parents and Codagh.

She couldn't take away my feelings of desperation and agony that time.

It was a fool proof plan in your father's brain to make you loyal to Navarre..........

boy did that backfire.

I snap out of the images replaying in my head of that day and find myself still staring at my reflection in the mirror.

The dark swirls match the waves and curls of my black hair falling down my back. I almost wouldn't hate it, that is if it didn't feel like my entire left side was catching fire when I thought about why it was put there.

I quickly get dressed and head back silently to the barracks.

As I'm slipping into bed Violet rolls over on her bed a few feet away.

"Why'd you wait so long to go and shower?" she whispers so she doesn't anger anyone around us.

Why do you have to be so observant Vi?

"You know I hate crowds, so being crowded in a hot bathing room with 50 other naked girls isn't an ideal night for me" I mutter.

Violet just laid there staring at me like she knew something and she was thinking better than to say it.

"Okay. Goodnight" she decided on.

"Night" I replied tucking under the covers with a danger in my hand under my pillow.

Nobody tried anything, we were all too tired and had our fill of death for the day.

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Sorry for the short chapter, I felt like dropping a bomb like that makes up for it though.

-Christy<3