Reconciliation

[Kyng]

As the guard led Olga into the dungeons, she peered through the bars at the scraggy, emaciated prisoners. Most of them were just petty thieves, guilty of nothing more than stealing a loaf of bread or a piece of cheese; however, in the rear-most cell, she found her partner, trying his best to sleep on a rocky, uncomfortable bed.

"NO!" Olga cried tearfully. "Jakey... what happened ?"

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"Okay ," Aliana agreed, as she dashed out of the door, and swiftly closed it behind her.

A few minutes later, she arrived at the barracks, where she spotted three off-duty guards sat around a wooden table, twiddling their thumbs and chatting about their day's work.

"I've got a story I'd like you to read," she announced, as she placed the papyrus roll on the table. "It's... well, I'll tell you when you've finished reading it."

[Megan]

Jake jumped up spotting Olga. “What are you doing here?”


A couple guards came over and reluctantly read Kyle’s story. “It’s a bit weird...I mean it’s not bad just...different I guess.” 

The other guard was blushing slightly. “I liked it a lot...the love story was nice...”

[Kyng]

"I was worried about you!" Olga sobbed. "I was all alone at home for a week... you told me you wouldn't get captured!"

Aliana blushed too, as she nodded at the guards. "I'm glad you liked it. So... could any of you tell who wrote it?"

[Megan]

They both shook their head. "Not really..."


"Some dumb mate stopped me." Jake said keeping quiet about how he had tried to get with Anita again.

[Kyng]

"Well... how long are you in here for?" Olga asked, sniffling. "Is it worth me staying here, or... should I go back home?"

"Are you sure?" Aliana asked once again. "Okay... it was Kyle."

[Megan]

One of the guards snorted. “Kyle? Yeah right. That idiot couldn’t of written that. He’s useless.”


Jake shrugged. “They didn’t say how long.”