~*~*~*~ Chapter Eleven ~*~*~*~
Krystal stared ahead with rapture into the rising sun and the light that poured over the gray walls until her eyes stung. Finally, at long last, the walls had come into view. The army had broken free of the trees a few minutes ago and now they thundered across the open plain, the last stretch of the journey. She’d reached Varrock. Krystal ducked her head as she felt tears stinging her eyes. Here she was, outside of the city. She never expected to be here again.
As they came closer and closer, she could not help but remember all she had been through, all that had got her to this moment. An image of the ship flashed through her memory, that great monstrosity in its last moments before it was overwhelmed by the tidal wave. Then the jungle, so vividly she almost felt the thick, humid air swirling around her, and she heard the Duke’s screams echoing in her ears. And she could not help but remember that first day, the moment that started it all, when she came into contact with a smiling, blond-haired man at the Dueling Arena. She had felt connected to him from the start, drawn to his cheeky smile and easygoing personality, and her feelings had only grown as he defended her on the ship and throughout their stay on that miserable island.
The weight of all the emotions she had felt since he had been gone, that terrible ache, that desperate sense of loss and emptiness, crashed down upon her as they always did when she thought of him, but for the first time in weeks, she fought clear. The joy she felt could not be dampened. Finally, she was going to see him again. She was going to save him.
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