Ryder was getting tired. He was tired of all the fighting. Now that his brother was an enemy, he couldn't much stand for any more blood. The past few days had left him physically drained and the lack of proper rest was finally catching up to him. He didn't even bother to struggle as the mages bound Ryder's hands behind his back and set him down near the fire. He was across the camp from Ashe and he struggled for only a second. The rope was bound tight around his wrists.

"I thought I killed you back in the city." Alex stated as he walked into view. He stepped in between them and blocked Ryder's view of Ashe. He struggled a little more, even managing to rise to his feet. Alex glided towards him and punched him in the gut. Ryder was always stronger than Alex, but in his weakened state the punch was enough to put him back on his knees. After all the running and hiding, it was starting to feel like the end had finally arrived and it was brought by the person they trusted more than any.

"We trusted you, Alex. You kept us safe for years, so why do this now?" Alex laughed a little and returned his attention to Ashe.

"It took me a while to realize why Ashe was so powerful. Once I found the prophecy, it all became clear and I knew what had to be done." Alex picked Ashe up by her hair so that he could look into her eyes. He dropped her after staring for a moment and then began chanting. It was a strange language that Ryder had never heard before. He struggled to free his hands, but the binding was too tight. He settled as the mist from the capitol started to roll in. Alex only stalled his chanting for a moment to signal his men to search the mist. It was no coincidence for it to appear twice so soon. This was the work of a spellcaster.

"Ashe, we have to get free!"