Discovered. ~23~

"Another two days, and we'll be there." Flynn said. The november air cold but fresh, the sun shined down on them through the treetops of the forest. Jordan said nothing, him and his horse continued to move forward. "I uh, I think we should get Roslyn first. She could be injured. I know the castle well. I should get her." Wilbur said. "No. I will." Jordan said. "Come on, he has a point." Flynn said. Jordan studied Wilbur for a moment. "Fine." He sighed. "So from here, by the end of the day we'll be in the field. The next morning, I'll head over to get her, bring her back to camp with you, and wait until the battle begins." Wilbur said. Flynn nodded in approval. "Sounds good." Jordan wanted To find Roslyn himself, but Wilbur was right. For their, and Roslyn's safety, they needed to co-operate.
Their horses slowly grew tired by the end of the day. By sundown, they were at the edge of the field. Across a massive empty field was the silhouette of a dark castle. Jordan took Wilbur's sleeping pill, falling asleep moments later in the little shack Wilbur made.

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"Phew.. I hate this place..
I'll be a fast as possible." Wilbur said shakily. The sun began to rise. His horse was fueled and ready to go, stomping impatiently. "She should be in the dungeon, I could pull her out through the little window." "Good luck." "See you soon." Wilbur said, mounting the horse, sighing, and kicked the horse's side, sending them flying across the field. It took two hours for them to get across. He left his horse three quarters there, to avoid being spotted. He crawled along the bottom back of the castle, peeping in the windows to find roslyn. A little dark figure paced back and forth in the last one. "Bingo." Wilbur whispered, pulling out a pick, unscrewing the nails. He kicked through the window. Roslyn shrieked in surprised. He put his head through the window, struggling to see her in the dim light. "Who are you?" She cried. "Wilbur." She frowned. "You want Jordan? You want out?" She nodded. He held out his hand. She took it. He jumped when their skin touched, heat shot through him. An angry, uncomfortable heat. He pulled her out. She flopped onto the grass. He stared in shock. Her eyes were black. Like Jordan's. "What he do to you?" Wilbur said, in shock. She trembled, digging her nails into the earth, sobbing. "He-he.." He knelt beside her, reaching to touch her. She hit him, backing away. "What did he do Roslyn?" "He turned me. He made me drink it." She sobbed, face in the grass. This wasn't Roslyn. Roslyn didn't freak out, or cry. "Okay." He said, nervous. "Now Roslyn, I'm your friend. I'm going to help you. I'm going to take you to Jordan. He can make it better." She shook her head. "Why not?" "Because Tamar is standing behind you." She sobbed. Wilbur turned, shocked. Tamar grinned, sticking a dagger into his ribs. He stared in shock. Then cried out in pain. "You made her drink... The blood. You sick bastard she's gone mad." Wilbur said, staring at his hands, soaked in blood, glistening under the sunlight.