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Nothing Left to Lose Pt. 8

 -Leaving-

The night after the bar incident, Kendra was in the bathroom of her apartment. She was going through a mental list of everything she needed to do before she left. She had a new passport with a new name. She got her plane tickets to Italy, the place where Ronodin was seen. Her bags were packed, and everything in the apartment that could have said she lived there was gone. And then, reaching for her neck to fiddle with her necklace, Kendra noticed that her unicorn necklace was missing. She supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal, it did have some magic that could save her life in a pinch but she could go without it. That seemed like everything until she realized, The knight of the dawn that had seen her, would have a clear description of her. Kendra would need to change something about her appearance. Kendra opened one of the bathroom cabinets and took out the scissors. A few minutes later, her hair was in a very short bob. It honestly didn’t look half bad. A beep came from Kendra’s phone in the other room, figuring it was Gal sending her more information, she cleaned up the fallen hair as best as she could without a broom. Kendra checked her phone as she walked out the door. With her focus on her phone, when she turned the corner Kendra ran into a man, falling over in the process, but the stranger caught her. “Oh, sorry, that was my fault-” That’s when Kendra looked up at the man’s face. “Kendra?” Warren asked. Kendra’s body filled with a mix of emotions, she hadn’t seen him since that day, three years ago, in the woods. Kendra wanted to hug him, cry, push him away, and run away all at the same time. But all she really wanted to do was go home, but she couldn't yet.  “Warren? What are you doing here?” Kendra demanded, stepping away from Warren. “Looking for you, look I have to tell you something-” But Kendra cut him off, “No, Warren, I don’t have time for this I have to go,”  Kendra said, pushing past him and heading for the stairs, “Kendra wait, just hear me out,” Warren said, gently taking her hand, “Please, just wait.” Kendra blinked back the tears forming in her eyes, then turned back to face Warren, “I’m really sorry about this,” She said, 
“For what?” Warren asked, realization forming on his face a second too late. Kendra pulled light from within and pushed him back into the wall, then Kendra ran for the stairs. She was halfway down when Warren must’ve started chasing after her, “Kendra wait! Seth and Bracken are still alive!” That stopped Kendra in her tracks. Kendra walked back over to the stairs to where Warren could see you from where he was looking over the railing. “Don’t say that,” Kendra said.
“Would I ever lie to you about something like this?” Warren asked, staying where he was, seeming like he was scared of scaring Kendra off again. “I don’t know. Maybe, you just want to keep me in one place long enough so that you can take me home.” 
“I wouldn’t lie to you if I wanted to do that,”
“I watched them die Warren, I want to believe you, but I don’t, goodbye Warren,” 
“Kendra wait!” But Kendra didn’t hear the rest of his sentence because she ran out the door and slammed it behind herself.
Deciding that Warren probably had other knights with him posted at the airport since he might know she was planning on leaving town, Kendra got in her car and headed for the town line. Any airport could take her to Italy, she’d have to go to the closest one and then finish what she needed to do. That’s when the realization struck, Kendra couldn’t go home, not after everything she’s done. She’d have to have to figure something else out. Maybe she could find Warren and talk to him after this, but she could never go home and face her family. 


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