Enchanted -N. Lantsov

Don't Make Me Get Violent

"Yes, moi soverenyi." Olysai looked back at the coast and felt a sense of dread fall upon her. She walked away to find the cruel Heartrender.

It did not take much to find him, a bright blood red beaming beacon among the muted colors.

"Ivan," She motioned him over.

He came with a sneer and poorly disguised anger. If Olysia looked close enough, she could see a hint of fear in his eyes. Good, he should never forget what she did to him that day in Fold, or she might have to do it again to remind him, damn the consequences.

Ivan just lifted his chin in acknowledgement.

"It's time, the General wants you to gather the group and change into inconspicuous clothing." Olysia relayed the message. "It would be best if you hurry, we're almost to land."

"You would do well to remember your place, nygelatelnyi veryet."

Olysia held back an eye roll at the poorly hidden slight. Useless tin, a not so very creative insult many of the other Grisha would throw at the Fabrikators.

"Maybe you would do well to remember what happened last time you got too cocky." Olysia walked away not even giving Ivan a chance to respond.

She made her way to the crates they had brought on board, looking for the chains the Darkling had forced her to make in preparation for Alina. It was things like this that made Olysia hate her job. She loved creating and inventing but she did not like creating this.

She found herself fiddling with it as time went on. She found herself making it more fragile. She fought with herself, going back and forth between making it stronger and making it weaker. If she kept it weaker, could she pass off as Alina using the small science to melt the metal. At the end of the day, she kept it weaker. Olysia could not tell you why but she just did.

She stayed in the background where she excelled. It was one of the amazing things about growing up the way she did, the ability to fall into the background and never be noticed. The peace she had made with herself was interrupted by the large group of Grisha escorting a tall brown haired boy.

If Olysia remembered correctly, he was the boy that ran away with Alina in the Fold. Olysia recalls how the Darkling would curse out the tracker when he thought no one was listening. The boy kept glancing over his soldier and Olysia followed his glances. There was a small sleeping figure being carried by Ivan in front of the Darkling with a disturbing satisfaction.

This was really happening.

Olsyia sighed, walking over to the group that was forming.

The second everyone was on the ship, it was crowded and busy. Sturmhond's crew moved so fast that they were already underway to capture the sea whip. The Grisha scattering, not wanting to be around the Darkling for longer than they have to. Olysia was ushered forward to restrain Alina.

"Olysia!"

She turned to the sound of her name being called to see the tracker boy

"Help us, please!" He pleaded with the girl.

Olysia looked him up and down with disinterest. She couldn't even remember his name, his only claim to fame to Olysia was that he ran away with the one and only Sun Summoner. He made eye contact with her hoping for an once of sympathy but found nothing but empty eyes.

"And who are you exactly?" She watched his face fell at her response, realizing that she was not willing to help them escape.

Olysia turned to the sleeping girl and forced herself to not look at her with pity. Alina Starkov was just another girl the Darkling had manipulated until she was trapped and realized it way too late.