The Prophet's Daughter

by Kilayla Pilon

  “Arin,” Ava sighed, sounding relieved as she leaned back from the front passenger seat to look at me, eyes narrowed with worry.

  “What’s going on?” I murmured, moving to sit up. I used my good hand to cling to the back seat, hoisting myself onto my rear, my head throbbing at the movement.

  “Careful, you lost a lot of blood,” she cautioned, patting my leg.

  “Where are we going?” I persisted, closing my eyes.

  “Away from Cobalt,” Isaac responded, glancing at me in the rear view mirror. “The Chapel was burning when we left, I didn’t want to stick around for the rest of his followers to catch up and find us there.”

  “Isaac, why did he kill everyone?” I asked, glancing at Ava, who turned away to look at the window.

  “Think about it,” he began, “he lied to them all and manipulated many of them into killing and destroying the lives of so many people. When it was proven that his word was false, they would not have reacted well.”

  “He killed them so they wouldn’t kill him.” I looked out the window, watching as the houses flashed by us.

  “Right,” Isaac sighed. Ava looked down at her feet, digging through a bag that sat at her feet, before she pulled out a picture frame. She passed it back to me, a small smile on her face.

  “I figured you would want that. We grabbed what we could after we got your arm handled, but the entire place started to catch on fire and all I could smell was-”

  “Thank you,” I interrupted her, holding the picture frame to my chest. I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning against the back seat, the dull throb in my head numbing most of my senses.

  “Arin, there are more of them out there, you know,” Isaac stated, glancing back at me through the rear view mirror.

  “I know.” I fell silent for a moment, touching Olive’s necklace. I closed my eyes and nodded to myself, tapping my fingers along my collarbone.

  “Isaac, take me to Felicity’s.” “Why?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

  “I have to tell her,” I said, lifting my head and looking into the rear view mirror, locking my gaze with his.

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “It’s all I have left to do."

  With a nod, Isaac turned back to face the front of the car, is hands tense around the wheel. I leaned back against the sear and closed my eyes.

  “I did it, Mum.”