POV: Infiltration.Danjuma walked along the underground rail alone. It was 7:30 pm, 30 minutes to escape time and he hurried to get to the institute on time. He wore tight black overalls and carried a duffel bag. Fatima would laugh if she saw him dressed like this, he thought, with a smile. He had always been used to his white jalabiyas.He had not told anyone back at the base about the plan. He was now certain that there was a spy among them who reported back to the officials. How else could the messenger have known, he didn't want to get caught up in the inner politics of the Rebels. He just wanted to be with his children. Light raindrops fell on him and he looked up at the sky.The kedran weather was very unpredictable. Climate change came without warning as it did now. The shower gradually increased in intensity and became a downpour complete with fireworks of lightning.He groaned out loud, he was now soaked thoroughly and he hugged the bag to his chest as he went on. He re

POV; Betrayed They all turned and ran back towards the tunnel. Bright flashes of light were everywhere and Fatima looked back to see federation guard's firing at them with their stun guns.The light from their flashlight bobbed around wildly in the dark as they ran without any sense of direction.Judging from the heavy footsteps behind them, it was clearly an ambush.“They had been set up, but by who? She asked herself as she struggled to keep up with the others. Her legs were throbbing with pains and she knew the exertion would soon make her limp.Papa looked back at her and saw her in the rear. In one fluid motion, he scooped her in his arms and continued running. Her added weight slowed him down and she could now see the silhouette of guards gain on them. She could not see Hassan, it seemed he was ahead of them. She felt papa slowed down as he faltered when they came to a crossroad they had taken earlier.She saw his indecision as he didn't seem to remember which way they had

POV; the knife Fatima struggles to free herself from the bonds. Her head was buzzing and grief welled up as hot tears spilled out of her eyes. “Papa was dead. She now only has Hassan in the world who was a monster. Revenge flooded her heart as adrenaline coursed through her but first, she needed herself. As she inched closer to the walls of the crate, she felt something familiar on the floor. A knife. Papa had dropped it so she could free herself, even in his death, she thought, he was still helping her. Freeing herself wasn't going to be easy, she thought. Her hands are tied behind her, not in front.She laid on the ground wriggled her hands about for the knife. Her hands closed around the hilt and she raised it up curving it inwards to the rope on her wrists. She started moving the blade in an up and down motion. The code resisted at first, but gradually they weakened. But it was a long process and her hands grew tighter.She stopped and did intervals. Gradually they came

POV: A pawn Advisor Thadron couldn't believe what Hassan said.“Not a witch? How does that work, explain’ he said. Coming closer to them to confirm the theory. “According to my research, the power can skip some people in a bloodline, making them unable to perform magic like the rest of their family.Hassan said, with a composed expression now. He had arranged his facial features to be unconcerned after being disappointed by her.“In that case we'll have to kill her then, she's of no use to us and would expose us if given the chance, " he said , grabbing the ceremonial dagger from Hassan and heading towards Fatima.Hassan held him back by the hand, he looked up in surprise at the hand and looked up to Hassan.“Sorry Boss, Hassan said, pulling back his hand. It's just that I think she should continue her training at the institute. “Even if she doesn't emerge as one of the top three finalists, we can use her as an assassin for our curse, her stubborn streak will serve her well there,

POV: Be on my team Fatima came back in time from the warehouse to join the philosophy and History class. Everyone looked strangely at her. Even Mistress Kishra stopped mid-speech as she entered before she resumed again.“It was rare for a student not to attend class.”Whispers were circulating that she was Advisor Thadron's candidate, some students had saw him visiting her yesterday even though visitation was banned and had spread the news.There were mixed faces of fear, envy and awe in the eyes of the students.“She didn't look at them as she went to her desk. Her mind was far away. She had to lay low for some time, she reasoned, it won't be good for her if she turned up dead before she could do something in revenge towards Advisor Thadron.“She had to be careful.” with the disappointing news that she was just a regular kid like every one else, she knew she was now alone.She no longer had the protection of Advisor Thadron or her brother.“If she failed, she will be expelled fr