Discovered. ~25~

"They'll be here tonight." Flynn said to Jordan, his mouth full of bread. Jordan, still groggy from sleep stared at him. "We're gonna get her. Walter can fix her." "She'll be stronger. She drank the blood. I inherited it. She's going to be difficult." "We've taught one demon their manners, we can teach another." He said smirking. Jordan picked at the grass. "Wilbur could be dead. He was stabbed." Jordan nodded. "Brave guy." He muttered, looking at the castle. It was early afternoon, they had their little camp packed and organized. Flynn looked up, smiling. "We have a visitor." Jordan looked up to see Olivia soaring above them, slowly making her way down. "Hey guys!" She said, hugging them. "We're getting an early snowfall." She said, tossing them each a hoodie. "Stay warm. We'll be here earlier. Two I think. A big speech, than preparation. Then, we move in to attack." She said. The boys nodded. She gasped, suddenly aware of Roslyn and Wilbur's absence. "Where's roslyn? And Wilbur?" Jordan handed her the bloody, crumbled note. Her jaw dropped. "I.. I need to bring this to Walter." She said, eyes wide. "See you later......." She drifted off, launching herself into the air, wings carrying her through the sky. "Can't wait to kill that son of a bitch." Jordan said through his teeth, slipping into his black hoodie. "Flynn stood up, drawing his sword. We have a few hours... Practice?" Jordan drew his. "Bring it."

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Wilbur laid on the floor, sweating and gasping, crying out in pain every few minutes. He was aware of the fact that he was going to die here, in a cell beside Roslyn. Maddened, Demonic Roslyn. She laid on the floor, fast asleep. Tamar never came down. From below you could here the chants, and bizarre noises from the beasts above. "A few hours, this will all be over." He quietly reminded himself. He could barely move, his wound was infected. Roslyn's eyes flew open. She stared at him, eyes black as coal. He held his hand toward her. She seemed calmer than the previous evening, he laid there half the night watching her kick and scream, desperate to break out. "Rosie. I want Jordan's Roslyn. No whoever you are." He said. He eyed her bed, a small, pointed stone underneath. Hope washed through him. If only he noticed it before. "Roslyn? Do you see that little stone under your bed?" She nodded, frowning. "Can you give it to me?" She crawled under retrieving the stone. She held it in her fist. "Why?" "I need to see it. It can help me." She tossed it to his side, watching, eyes full of curiosity. His mouth curled into a smile, as he scraped the stone against the floor. He carved a little bottle, and scribbled "heal" on it. He squeezed his eyes, not only from pain, but hope that the bottle would appear. He opened his eyes, to see a bottle of blue liquid sitting in front of him. He sighed, relief washed through him. "Not today." He said, removing the cork, pouring all of the contents to his wound. All of the infection leaked out, he winced, but relaxed as it closed, only a hole in his shirt and a thick line in his side was left. He stood up, smiling and stretching, limbs popping. Roslyn stared at him, with a predator look on her porcelain face. He crouched in front of her. "You'll be with Jordan soon. He's going to fix you Roslyn." She let out a small, low growl. She stood up, beginning to kick the door.