Exterlude: Ylva

This story comes after the bonus story Good Intentions.
"It'll all be fine soon," Tyrell assured her. He said the same thing every night, and every night, she told him the same thing in return.

"You're insane. You have to let me go."

"Soon there will be people who can help you, really help you I mean."

"Because your people have done such good for me so far. If you're not going to let me go, Tyrell, leave me alone. I don't want your newsletter."

"You'll feel better in the morning," he said. Again. Were all people on the outside this thick? It was no wonder that Caspian didn't want her out; it was for her own good. Normal people were too stupid to live.

"I'll feel better when I'm home."

The big man sighed and turned away. "Well, I'll see you in the morning and we'll see."

He kept saying the same thing, over and over again. Ylva turned her back and waited for him to leave. It wasn't long before he did; not long before she could begin executing her plan. She couldn't put up with this any longer.

She took a deep breath, and called to mind Workings she'd heard her master do over the years. Some of the Words worked for her, some didn't. But a window? That was easy. The glass melted away quietly, eating itself from the inside out until only the bare frame remained, no real hindrance to her passage.

She slid her clothes back on - dumbass might have noticed if she hadn't gotten changed for bed - and slipped out the window. A few minutes of quiet, hurried walking, and she was off the property.

So now she was outside; which direction was home? Could she figure it out, or would she have to resort to asking directions of one of these meatheads?

Well… She glanced at the moon. It had been behind them for most of their trip here. So travelling towards it, ought to get her home, right? She should stay off the road, out of sight, even though it would probably be hours, maybe even morning, before dumbass noticed she was gone. Keeping that in mind, she headed for the treeline, only to discover that within the shelter of their branches she could no longer see the moon. She'd just keep walking in the same direction, then, until she could. How hard could walking in a straight line be?

She walked for a while, and then longer. She'd made sure to eat a decent meal - Ramona fed her well, at least. That was a novelty. She wouldn't be hungry for a while, and with nothing to do, she'd been resting a lot during the day. She could keep going all night.

After a while, it seemed like she might be going to do just that. Finally, though, the trees opened up onto a road, one of the big ones... a highway. Well, it looked like the one she'd seen before, it must be the same one. She checked the moon - it was not quite ahead of her, but would be more ahead than behind if she went left - and kept walking.

A few cars passed by, without incident; she was visible, but didn't particularly draw attention. That was good, she was pretty sure. Her Master didn't like her to be noticeable. But apparently she wasn't as stealthy as she'd like, though; a big truck began to slow as its headlights caught her, pulling over towards her side of the road. It was one of those monstrous rigs, the kind that caused so much consternation on the rare occasion they reached the city streets. Ylva slipped further off the road, watching the driver cautiously. She - She? Weren't those drivers usually men? - spoke for a moment into what looked like some type of radio as the truck ground to a halt on the gravel shoulder. Then, without turning off the vehicle or its lights, she opened the door and stepped down.

Ylva took another step backwards. "I'm not doing anything wrong!"

That gave the woman pause, at least. Maybe she'd understand?

"Did anyone say you were?" she asked, her voice a quiet, carefully controlled alto.

She glanced at the moon. "Not yet today," she offered. It was probably past midnight, right?

It was clear that the driver was reconsidering her decision to stop. Good; if everyone just left her alone, she could be on her way.

"Technically, walking the highway is illegal," the woman said slowly. "And for a young woman, alone, it's not exactly safe."

"More safe than most places," she muttered.

"Come on. I'll give you a lift. Where are you headed?"

"I…" Did she even know? "Toronto." It had to be better than walking, and it couldn't be worse than where she'd been.

The woman whistled softly, shaking her head. "Long way. Well, I can get you started, and while I drive you can tell me why you're out here."

Really? Well, it was still better than walking, she supposed.


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