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Drip. Drip. Drip. Drops of water fell into the cool stone floor of the hideout in the main entrance. High-pitched whistles could be heard through the small cracks in the cavern halls. Whispers echoed off the walls and into the shadows, where candlelight could not reach. All things considered though the headquarters were quiet.

Kiara was sitting on a mound of silk cushions in the corner waiting and thinking. There was a fire near by heating the room and herself. Maps and letters lay scattered around her. She kept herself distracted by braiding and unbraiding her hair.

Mira and the small group had been gone longer than expected and she feared that her friends and the prince might be in grave danger. Though her thoughts were slow and calm, she could feel the worry burning at the inside of her.

The candles and fire flickered as cool mountain air rushed in, along with rain. With a loud thud, the storm stopped flooding in and thee only the clip-clop of hooves. They approached the area Kiara was sitting in.

Kiara looked at the oncoming stranger. Judging by how loud and heavy the steps were this was a heavy set person, most likely from muscle but what was interesting was that based on the squishing of water he was carrying something. A thought entered her mind and she smiled politely.

“Hello Peter. May I ask what brings you here this evening?” Kiara asked gesturing towards the fire.

“There is something I found this mourning in the plains that might interest you.” Peter said setting down the soaked object he had been carrying near the fire, probably to let it dry.

She rested her head on her hand. “Is that so? I’m guessing this…thing in front of me is what you found.” She said turning her head in the direct of the object.

“You have guessed correctly. This thing in front of you is Prince Rocku, the last heir to the throne.” Peter said proudly, there was a small smirk on his face figuring this was worth a descent reward.

Kiara’s head perked up and her expression changed. Cautiously she felt the object and sure enough, she felt some ones cold, wet face. Her head jerked up at where Peter was sitting.

“Were you seen by anyone?” She asked sternly, her expression grim.

“No. I made sure of it.” He said softly, making a chair creek as he sat down in an old oak chair.

“Good. Go tell someone to get some blankets and send a message to Sweratine for the greeting committee to return at once.” Kiara said facing the fire as if she were looking into it. Peter did not say anything but she knew he had nodded. The chair creaked once again as he got up. Once his heavy footsteps faded, she turned towards the prince. Searching his memory, she slowly shook her head.

“You’ve got a lot to learn before you’re ready to face anyone.” Kiara said gently moving his hair off to the side. Her hand moved over his face lightly, absorbing as much detail as possible. When she was finished, she relaxed slightly but still gazed at him with slightly saddened eyes. Some of his memories disturbed her deeply, including one of a letter from his mother.

Peter returned with the blankets and soon afterwards two messengers went out the main entrance. The two did not say anything but there was a sense of understanding. The quiet was more peaceful now that her worries were subdued, if only for the moment.

After what seemed like hours, He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Kiara gave a solemn smile and nodded. With that silent farewell, Peter got on his horse and left through the main doors. Kiara let out a long yawn and rested her head on another one of the cushions.

Welcome to rebellion headquarters, Rocku…