The Name Stealer

Sky's POV

I sat up and gasped. My eyes darted around the room, wondering why it was so dark. I heard the floorboards creak, and I turned around to see Frost, pacing the floor. When she looked up at me, she looked nervous. All the air went out of my lungs. She knew. Oh my gods. She knows.

"Look Frost, I know, I know it's wrong. I don't have a choice though. The guy who employed me, well, I don't know who he is, but he's threatened me. He knows I don't want to do this, but, for me, there's no other way." I said pleasingly. "Please. Don't tell anyone."

She looked at me, unsure if she could trust me. My brain was in overdrive, trying to come up with a solution. Or in other words, a lie. I tried to think if another way, but no results. A sigh escaped my lips. I looked at her, hoping she had enough trust to believe me. She closed her eyes, as tears started falling. Her lip quivered, as she battled with herself.

"How can I trust you? Was everything you said a lie? A trick to get me to tell you secrets? Well you won't need me anymore. I'm done." She said furiously. I felt a tear go down my cheek. This was the first time I had ever made a friend, and the first time I'd ever lost one. This was the first time I had ever experienced guilt, but not anger. I felt guilty for lying, and I was angry at my mother and my employer.

I tried to talk, but no words came out. If I could have said something, I would have apologized. I would have apologized for lying, and hurting her. "I'm so sorry. I never wanted you to know, or to get hurt. That was the last thing on earth I wanted to do. Your the only friend I've ever had." I said, barely managing to get the words out.

"Really?" She whispered. I nodded, staring at my feet. I heard a sigh. "Fine. I won't tell anyone. But you owe me. Big time." I looked up at her, and smiled. I jumped up and hugged her.

"Thank you." I whispered.


Well, our day was tense. All day. I think part of it was because tomorrow was capture the flag. I was exited about that, but I felt a sense of dread. I tried to ignore it, but it lingered. That night, I didn't dream, but it still got up at three and snuck out. When I was safely hidden behind Zeus's fist, I put in the earpiece.

"I'm here."

"What took you so long?" And angry voice replied.

I grimaced. "Sorry. Nothing new, working on getting a prophecy."

"Why is this taking so long? I should just have my assistant do it."

I really hate this guy. "It's not like I can just walk up to her and say, hey can you give me a prophecy and not tell anyone what it says? Thanks!"

"If you don't get the prophecy in at least three days, well, you can say goodbye to your father."

Fear washed over me. Not for me, for my dad. "Understood." I pulled the earpiece out and sat, hunched up against the stone. My dad was also a spy, but he worked in the technical department. He was vital to the organization, and the Employer was using him for leverage. A tear fell down my cheek. If I get out of this alive, I'll quit my job.

I hated this. The ISN (International Spy Network) wasn't made for this. I was never trained for this sort of thing. Well, I was, but not in this scenario. Not with my dad being held captive, and me having to do a villains work to keep him alive. I slowly crept back to my cabin and laid awake till the breakfast bell rang.

Notes

Kind of a filler. Next one will be better!