- CHAPTER 7 -

“Is it really him?” Keshet asked. I nodded, and he promptly opened his window. “Come inside.”

“My Mother gave me this. It had my name on it, so I opened it, but I think it’s for both of us.”

“He’s alive? I’m positive I saw him get taken away, you were right with me!”

“I don’t know. I’ve only skimmed over the first part.”

“It’s addressed to you, so why don’t you open it and read it to me?”

“Sure.” I slid the letter back out of the envelope, and began to read it aloud.

“Dear Lavi,

I’m not dead; yet.

Please forgive me. I didn’t wish to end things so soon.

Anyways, I have to keep this brief.

My life is not currently in danger, but I’m imprisoned in the capitol, Crater. I’ve been shown before the king, and he stared me in the eyes before sending me directly to prison. Although, I have overheard a couple of things since getting here.

I don’t know what, but the workers are planning to do something to the Laosarch. Something big.

Inside this envelope, I’ve sealed an important item. It will prove to be vital if you truly despise the state your people are in.

The item was my Mother’s. Supposedly it helped her to escape your situation.

Good luck.

Sincerely, 99a.”

“Where’s the item then?” Keshet quickly asked.

I reached into the envelope, and a small pocket watch fell out. I showed it to Keshet. “What do you think it is?” He inquired.

“It’s a pocket watch.”

“Yes, we know that, but how is it, ‘vital’?”

My eyes skimmed over the whole watch. Nothing quite caught my eyes. Again, I searched the watch for anything out of the ordinary. Again, almost nothing caught my attention.

The build was of metal, black and silver coloring. On the upper right hand side was a gold-colored button. I pressed it, but nothing happened. On the opposite side was a silver tab.

“What’s this?” I asked, pulling on the tab. The tab revealed a tray. There was nothing inside. On the bottom of the tray, a droplet icon was engraved.

“Huh.” Keshet resigned, “I guess you’ll just have to keep it on you. We’ll definitely take a closer look at it someday though.”

I slid the watch into my pocket, and grabbed the letter to re-examine it. I flipped the paper upside down. On it, read a P.S. from 99a.

“Lavi, Keshet, hear me.

Fight. Fight, because every one of us is endowed by the creator with a desire for freedom. Not to take advantage of that desire would be a tragedy.”

Upon reading this, I turned to Keshet, and held out my palm.

“Keshet, let’s fight.”

A grin befell Keshet’s face.

“Welcome back Lavi.” He said, grasping my wrist firmly.