Chapter 5- Awful Revelations

Chapter 5

"What happened? What caused them?" asked Carmon. "If we know what happened then maybe we can figure out why that happened."

"I don't know what happened. I haven't moved yet and, to be honest, I'm not sure I can," said Kytia, her voice showing just how tired she was.

"You need to rest," said Carmon, worried about Kytia.

"First we need to figure out what happened," said Kytia.

Carmon looked down at her bare chest where he had seen one flash of light and gasped.

"What?" asked Kytia, worried.

"Your enigma... it grew," said Carmon, his eyes wide. He didn't pull his gaze away from her enigma and therefore her chest.

"Stop staring," said Kytia. She didn't even attempt to cover her chest, once again showing how exhausted and weak she was.

"I think that we should get out of here and get you some rest," said Carmon, a worried look plastered on his handsome face. "You also need to tell me what that thing with Mark earlier was about. We can figure out the FLP when we're recoverd."

"What's FLP?" asked Kytia drowsily.

"Flash of Light Problem," said Carmon with a grin. "Lets get you out of here."

"Where will we go?" asked Kytia.

"I have a house no one knows about halfway between the Calis' castle and the Nigret's. It's on neutral territory," said Carmon, lifting Kytia's weak upper body off the ground and pulling on her top and jacket but not bothering with her bra. He scooped her up in his arms and jumped out the window in the room, running faster than any human ever could to the huge house he had mentioned to Kytia.

When he got to the house he rushed up the stairs and lay Kytia's prone form on the huge, plum double bed in the master bedroom. He sat down next to her, took down her elaborate braid and started playing with her hair.

"What was the thing with Mark about earlier?" asked Carmon as he twidled a strand of black hair around his fingers.

"When I was fourteen I started to rebel a bit against the Nigret and he sent me to Mark's house for a year so that Mark could 'break me'. In my tenth month there he slid a knife across the lowest part of my abdomen. My lower abdomen is my achilles heel."