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The chaos is the worst part. They can see it from the castle: the wave of corrupted elves and soldiers overruning what's left of the Katolan army; the common folk scrambling for safety as anyone able herds them towards the castle gates; the bodies falling and rising again, just as terrifying, just as corrupt.
Opeli has lived through sieges before. They have been far and few between, but she knows the terror of being trapped in the towers and the uncertainty of whether the kingdom will last the night. She was a novice last time: fifteen and afraid, her hands shaking as she assisted Phoebe, the High Cleric at the time, lead the common folk in prayer.
Justice and her sisters have been kind in the past. Opeli doubts that even they can help now.
There's movement to her left. A blur. A flutter. A flash of light and a flurry of feathers, and Callum all but collapses against an embrasure in his exhaustion.
"There's no stopping them," he manages. "They keep getting up like it's nothing. I don't know what Claudia did to make them stronger but I don't know what else to do!"
Opeli's face tightens. She glances at the gates below, drawn shut and locked tight. She looks at the fires on the horizon and knows there's nothing else to be done.
"You need to go," she says shortly.
Callum stares at her. "What?"
"You need to go," says Opeli again. "You and Ezran. Soren and Rayla too. Prince Azymondias can carry two of you, you can carry the last."
"I—Opeli, what are you saying?"
"You know exactly what." She gives him a hard stare, hoping the severity of it is enough to hide the fear clawing at her heart. Callum stares back, confused, or perhaps reluctant to understand, because she can see the conclusion dawning in his eyes, and then the refusal to accept it.
"I don't understand—you don't mean—We're not going to leave—"
"You have to," says Opeli. "Ezran is the last of your father's bloodline. He cannot be lost to this. Neither can you, and there is no one better able to protect you both than Soren and Rayla. The four of you have to go. Now."
"Opeli—"
"I won't argue with you about this, Your Highness."
"You can't be serious—"
"I am, and you're wasting time."
"We're not leaving you!" bursts Callum. The frustration in his voice makes her heart ache: there's no other choice and he knows it as well as she. There's nothing else that can be done now. There are no more options. And yet—
"We're not leaving you," he says again, his breath heavy, his eyes damp and frustrated in the dimming light. "You, and Barius, and Corvus, and the rest of the people behind the gates. We're not—we can't—"
"You can," says Opeli gently. "The gates will hold for some time but if all else fails... Katolis can't fall tonight."
"If we leave, it will! Ezran and I—we'll have failed, and there'll be nothing left to protect—"
"Callum." Opeli offers him a smile. It's grim, and despite it all, unafraid. She swore an oath when she became High Cleric to serve the Crown, and swore another, quieter one when Ezran and the others came into her care that she would protect them in their parents' stead. Sarai and Harrow and Lissa are all gone. Viren caused this. Rayla's family abandoned her when she chose the truth and justice over petty revenge.
There has been no one to watch over them these few years but her. How can she live with herself if she didn't do what was best for them now?
"Callum," she says again. "You and Ezran are more than the Crown to me. You know this. I am not asking you to leave for the sake of it. I'm asking you to leave because I need you to be safe. You have to go now, do you understand?"
"I can't—we can't—"
"Yes, you can," says Opeli. "And you will. And you'll protect each other, and keep each other safe, and perhaps when you come back, we'll still be here—but you have to go now. Okay?"
Callum scowls. He kicks a stone across the flagstones. He rubs furiously at his eyes. Then he pulls her into his arms and hugs her tight, afraid it might be the last. "Swear to me you'll be okay."
"You know I can't do that," says Opeli, chuckling ruefully against his shoulder.
"Do it anyway," snaps Callum. "We'll—we'll go, and maybe we can get to Duren and find reinforcements in time and—swear it, Opeli."
She sighs. "I swear it," she says, even if she knows it's a promise she can't keep.
Callum tears himself away from her then and leaps over the embrasure, his wings materialising over his arms. He dives towards the keep and then he's gone and Opeli is alone on the tower bridge watching the horde come tearing towards the castle.
She takes a breath.
She swore an oath the Crown once, and then another to the boys who would have to bear it. What's one more sacrifice to keep them safe?
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