My heart pounded as realization dawned on me. She must have seen my post and misunderstood it entirely “No!” I shook my head, attempting a smile. “You see…".
“Seize her!” she interrupted me again, motioning to the enforcers.
Before I could react, she lunged at me and with a swift swipe, tore at my ceremonial cloak, ripping it from my shoulders. The crowd gasped as I stumbled back, my breath catching in my throat.
I stared at my torn ceremonial robe, everything felt like a dream. Was this even real? Was this some sort of prank – you know the kind where my friends would suddenly jump out from where they were hiding and congratulate me on my passing out?
But it wasn’t. Ember’s face loomed over mine, filled with revenge.
“Ember, Stop!” I cried out, but she was beyond reason now. Her face was twisted with rage and from her pocket, she pulled out a vial. My eyes widened in horror – I recognized the dark, oily liquid inside. It was Wolfsbane.
“No, no, no!” I struggled harder “Please listen to me, this is all a misunderstanding. You’ve got everything wrong,” I pleaded struggling against the enforcers who held me firmly.