Cyan's Story - Some of part 1

     Every night for the last five months, Cyan had patrolled the grounds of the Toshigawa stronghold. He could easily sketch the landscape in his mind, leaving not one single tree or stone out of place. The grounds held no secrets from him. Yet as he walked down the pathway, his home had never seemed so unfamiliar.
The Knave had penetrated their ranks, utterly destroying the sanctity that he held dear. How had they found them? He asked himself repeatedly as he continued on his lonely watch. The other strongholds had been taken before, but this one was the most-guarded, well-kept. Only the best and brightest of the Toshigawa clan had been brought here and assigned to one duty: protect the clan’s most valuable asset, Shinnandrea Toshigawa. Somehow he and everyone else in the clan had failed miserably. The Knave had managed to break through the defenses with such ease, with no detection. They had taken Kristin and left Tochie for dead. Kristin was bait; that much Cyan had been able to deduce. Shi had always had a soft spot for Kristin and the Knave were playing that angle. It had worked too. Shianndrea had disappeared in the night, taking Turra along with her. Cyan felt his stomach tightened at thought of Turra out there facing this seemingly unstoppable threat on her own. He quickly dismissed the thought from his mind. If anything, Turra’s strong than me. The thought brought a smile to his face. He’d never admit it to her face. Any plans of taking off to aid Shi and Turra were thwarted when Kim took off first. Cyan silently cursed him in the back of his mind, not for leaving the stronghold, but for leaving him. At least if he was fighting along side of them he’d know what was going on. Instead he was here, fighting off fatigue and a sense of impending doom.
Crack.
Cyan froze in his tracks.