Her body was shaking violently. Her eyes were still focused on her brothers. She watched his face growing pale and she let her tears flow silently down her cheeks. Her head was pounding from all the dehydration, and she was losing all hope. Zak was gone. She was alone... all alone now.
Her almost catatonic state was suddenly diminished when she heard a series of gunshots from outside the jail room. The door was flung open and the lead guard stumbled backwards and onto the floor with a perfectly shaped round hole in his forehead. Estie moved to the bars and tried to peer out to see what the hell was going on. A tall, dark haired man entered with a smoking pistol in his hand. He was fairly muscular with a goatee, and had piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut through the murky atmosphere.
Estie Oscura? he asked the young rebel as he walked up to the cell. Estie stammered a little and moved back. Y... yes, she replied hesitantly. The man shoo