Rise From the Ashes

Violet's POV:

I screamed as I gasped awake just in time. With ragged, shallow breaths, I sat up cautiously, and took in my surroundings. i was still safely tucked into Andy's tent; the lights out and the impending darkness threatening to suffocate me.

In an instant, Andy was at my side, flicking a flashlight on just as his face came into my line of vision. "Violet? You okay?"

Wordlessly, I nodded hesitantly, the nightmare entering my thoughts all too quickly, and i shook my head, burrowing into Andy's warm embrace. He hesitate briefly before wrapping me up in his comforting arms, running a hand gently through my dark tresses and down my back in soothing motions. I hadn't realized that I was crying until Andy started to hush me softly. I hadn't cried since the day I lost them.

"Shh, Vi, it's alright, you aren't there, you're safe. They won't hurt you anymore, I won't let them," he assured me softly, as if reading my mind.

I pulled away and took a shuddering breath, glancing up so that our gazes met, and I was surprised to see the amount of sympathy and concern layered within his beautiful blue eyes. Maybe there was more to the legendary Prophet than he let on.

"Andy? Can I ask you something?"

He nodded and sat down besdie me, "sure."

I took a deep breath, "why am I the sixth Wild One? Did you ever find out?"


He sighed, "I don't really know Violet. When the guys and I found out, we just accepted it, it seemed obvious to everyone that we were chosen to lead the rebellion after our fathers, we were out of control, rambunctious, yet driven."

"But your titles are known to you, and they fit your personality," I point out.

"It's like this. I was always good with words and talking to crowds, Ash was always considered to be sneaky, yet strong. The names we were given were based on who we were, not who we became once chosen. I honestly have no idea what your title will be, or when you'll figure it out."

I shake my head in irritation, and start pacing the small space, my thoughts jumbled in my head. I was never once weak through my torture, and I let my hatred towards William power my actions, but that is not who I am. My mother was gifted with what she called a 'psychic link' and she claimed that she could read auras. I always thought it was crazy talk, but I usually went along with it. I distinctly remember her always saying how my aura shone like a rainbow after a fresh rain: powerful and bright. She said that I was balanced, and therefore could act well in a crisis, and therefore made an ideal leader. Who'd've thought my occasionally insane mother was right all along?

I still and turn towards Andy, "how did you find out your title and role?"

He shrugs in response, "same s the others, I guess. After my dad died, I was basically the only option left to lead the Wild Ones. I was his son, it was expected of me. But you, you're different."

"Gee, thanks."

"he laughs, "not in a bad way. The guys and me were thrown into this without so much of a choice, you get to decide who you want to become now."

I shake my head in protest, "I don't believe in that. My mom always used to say that we don't choose who we become, we just are. Who i am will title myself, not my actions."

Andy smiles and nods his approval before standing and pulling me into his arms again, and i gladly relax in his hold.

"you're now one step closer to figuring out who you are, Vi."

Notes

Yasmin here again.

This chapter was very much delayed, so i apologize for that. Karlie hasn't been able to update this as much so hope you guys are at least enjoying my stuff as well! Sorry guys, you're stuck with me ;)

Hope you all had a good weekend!!