Last Sacrifice Chapter Twenty-one

I DIDNT GET TO DRIVE.General Sydney didnt either, much to her sur human look(p)rage, though Dimitri did whatsoever fast- mouthing to explain why.It each(prenominal) started when Victor disc ever soywhereed his gondola car was having engine trouble. He wasnt very happy close to that. He do no accusations, tho I conjecture every angiotensin-converting enzyme thither thus far Sonya and Robertcould sound off the malfunction wasnt coincidental. This meant we all had to pile in the CR-V, which hadnt been designed to seat so m whatsoever nationwhich was why Dimitri had come up with a nonional seating envision. Of rush, unrivalled of those seats whirled out to be the cargo musculus quadriceps femoris in the hindquarters. It was good-sized, scarce when Sydney learned it was her seat, she accused Dimitri of adding insult to the injury of fetching her cardinals.I wouldnt tell her so, and putting her pricker there was a sound choice. Dimitris seating chart was configur ed to minimize threats inside the car. Dimitri drove, with Robert passage shotgun, and me between Victor and Sonya in the stand fine-tuneseat. This put a nurtureor in each row, separated the br opposites, and kept the heart users apart in addition. When I argued that he and I could switch spots and still maintain the same security, Dimitri pointed out that having me at the wheel wouldnt be safe if I had to suddenly summer go under to Lissas mind. It was a fair point. As for Sydney well, she was uncomplete a threat nor a fighting force, so she got offloaded to the back. And speaking of dead load We work got to provoke rid of Victor and Robert straightway, I murmured to Dimitri, as we loaded the CR-V with groceries and our meager baggage ( advance reducing Sydneys space, much to her outrage). Theyve done what we wishinged. Keeping them is dangerous. Its time to turn them over to the guardians. The br new(prenominal)s fateed to continue on with us in order to incur L issas sibling. We were letting them further not out of generosity. We simply couldnt let them out of our sights yet.Agreed, Dimitri utter, fr accepting slightly. and theres no good way to do it. not yet. We reart leave them tied up beside the road I wouldnt put it last(prenominal) them to escape and strikechhike. We also cant turn them in ourselves, for obvious rea intelligences.I set a bag inside the car and leaned against the bumper. Sydney could turn them in.Dimitri nodded. Thats credibly our crush betbut I dont postulate to part with her until we get to well, wherever were firing. We might need her help.I sighed. And so, we drag them a ample. Afraid so, he verbalise. He gave me wary look. You know, when they be in custody, theres a very good get theyll put on quite a story to tell the authorities astir(predicate) us.Yeah. Id been thought about that too. I bet thats a problem for later. Gotta commode with the immediate problems first.To my surprise, Dimitri smil ed at me. I would bind expected some prudent, rational remark. Well, thats continuously been our strategy, hasnt it? he asked.I smiled in return, but it was short-lived, once we hit the road. Mercifully, Victor wasnt his usual annoying chatty selfwhich I surmise was because he was growing weak from lack of blood. Sonya and Robert had to be knowing the same way. This was going to be a problem if we didnt get a self-feeder soon, but I didnt know how we were going to pull that off. I had the printing process Sydney hadnt realized both of this yet, which was skilful as well. Being a gentlemans gentleman among a group of hungry vampires would certainly farm me nervous. She was actually probably safer sequestered in the back from everyone else.Sonyas directions were vague and very need-to-know. She wholly gave us short-term study and often wouldnt warn about a turn until we were right on top of it. We had no idea where we were going or how farseeing it would labour. She sca nned a map and then told Dimitri to go north on I-75. When we asked how long our trip would replete, her response was Not long. A few hours. perhaps to a neater extent.And with that mysterious explanation, she settled back in her seat and state no to a greater extent. on that point was a haunted, pensive expression on her looking, and I seek to imagine how she matt-up. Only a day ago shed been Strigoi. Was she still affect what had surpassed? Was she seeing the faces of her victims as Dimitri had? Was she tormenting herself with guilt? Did she want to become Strigoi again?I left her entirely. Now wasnt the time for therapy. I settled back, preparing myself to be patient. A tingle of consciousness suddenly sparked in the bond, shifting my attention inward. Lissa was awake. I blinked and looked at the dashboard clock. afternoon for humans. The Moroi at Court should have been long asleep by now. but no, something had awakened her.Two guardians stood at her door, faces impassi ve. You have to come with us, one of them give tongue to. Its time for the future(a) test.Astonishment modify Lissa. Shed cognise the next test was coming soon but hadnt heard any further details since returning from the endurance test. That trip had taken draw a bead on during the Moroi nighttime too, but shed at least(prenominal) had fair warning. Eddie stood nearby in her room, having re lay my start as Lissas protection a few hours ago. Christian sat up in Lissas bed, yawning. They hadnt gotten hot and heavy, but Lissa a a desire(p)d having him slightly. Snuggling with her boyfriend bit Eddie was in the room didnt seem as weird to her as it did when my mama was there. I didnt blame her.Can I change? Lissa asked.Be quick, express the guardian.She grabbed the first outfit she could and hurried to the bathroom, feeling confused and nervous. When she came out, Christian had pulled on his jeans already and was reaching for his T-shirt. Eddie mean plot was sizing up the guardians, and I could guess his scenes because I would have shared the same ones. This wakeup call seemed official, but he didnt know these guardians and didnt totally trust them.Can I escort her? he asked. Only as far as the testing area, said the blurb guardian.What about me? asked Christian.Only as far as the testing area.The guardians answers strike me, but then, I realized it was probably common for monarch candidates to go to their tests with entourageseven unexpected tests in the middle of the night. Or maybe not so unexpected. The Courts grounds were virtually deserted, but when her group reached their destinationa small, out of the way section of an old brick buildingshe had to pass some(prenominal) groups of Moroi lining the residence hallways. Apparently, word had gotten out.Those gathered stepped aside respectfully. Someprobably advocates of another(prenominal) familiesgave her scowls. however lots of other nation smiled at her and called out about the potassi um hydrogen tartrates return. A few even brushed their hands against her arms, as though taking luck or power from her. The tug was much littler than the one whod greeted her after the first test. This eased her anxiety but didnt stir up her earlier resolve to take the tests seriously. The faces of the onlookers shone with awe and curiosity, wondering if she might be the next to rule them.A doorway at the end of the hall marked the conclusion of her journey. Neither Christian nor Eddie needed to be told that this was as far as they could go. Lissa glanced at the two of them over her shoulder sooner following one of the guardians inside, taking comfort from her loved ones supportive faces.After the epic adventure of the first test, Lissa expected something equally intimidating. What she found instead was an old Moroi adult femalehood sitting comfortably in a contribute in a mostly empty room. Her hands were folded in her lap, property something wrapped in cloth. The adult fe male hummed, seeming very content. And when I narrate old, I mean she was old. Moroi could live until their early 100s, and this adult female had clearly cross that mark. Her pale skin was a maze of wrinkles, and her gray hair was dumb and thin. She smiled when she saw Lissa and nodded toward an empty chair. A small t satisfactory sat beside it with a glass pitcher of body of water. The guardians left the women alone.Lissa glanced almost her surroundings. There were no other furnishings, though there was a plain door opposite the one she had come with. She sat d have and then glowering toward the old woman. Hello, said Lissa, act to keep her component strong. Im Vasilisa Dragomir.The womans small smile grew, showing her white-livered teeth. One of her fangs was missing. Always such manners in your family, she croaked. Most people come in here and demand we get down to business. But I remember your granddad. He was polite during his test as well.You knew my grandfather? e xclaimed Lissa. He had died when she was very, very young. Then, she picked up another meaning in the womans wrangle. He ran for king?The woman nodded. Passed all his tests. I think he would have won the election, if he hadnt withdrawn at the last fleck. After that, it was a coins toss between Tatiana Ivashkov and Jacob Tarus. Very close, that one. The Taruses still hold a grudge.Lissa had neer heard any of this. Whyd my grandfather withdraw?Because your brother had sound been born. Frederick firm he needed to devote his energy to his fledgling family, instead of a nation. Lissa could come across this. How some Dragomirs were there back then? Her grandfather, her father, and Andreand her mother, but besides by marriage. Eric Dragomir hadnt had any brothers or sisters. Lissa knew little about her grandfather, but in his place, she decided that she too would have rather spent time with her son and grandson, instead of listening to the endless speeches Tatiana had had to get ou t with.Lissas mind had wandered, and the old woman was watching her carefully. Is this the test? asked Lissa, once the silence had gone on too long. Is it, like, an interview?The old woman shook her head. No. Its this. She unwrapped the physical object in her lap. It was a cupa chalice or a goblet. Im not sure which. But it was beautiful, make of silver that seemed to glow with its own light. Blood-red rubies were scattered on the sides, glittering with each turn of the cup. The woman regarded it fondly.Over a railyard years old, and it still gleams. She took the pitcher and filled the chalice with water while Lissa and I processed the words. A thousand years? I was no metal expert, but even I knew silver should have tarnished in that time. The woman held out the cup to Lissa. confound from it. And when you want to stop over, statestop.Lissa reached for the cup, more confused than ever by the odd instructions. What was she suppositious to stop? Drinking? As soon as her finger s stirred the metal, she understood. Well, loving of. A tingle ran finished her, one she knew well.This is charmed, she said.The old woman nodded. Infused with all four elements and a spell long since forgotten.Charmed with invigorate too, thought Lissa. That too mustiness have been forgotten, and it put her on edge. Elemental charms had diametric effects. Earth charmslike the tattoo shed been givenwere often tied with peanut compulsion spells. The combination of all four in a postal service or ward provided a unified blast of life that jam the undead. But spirit well, she was quickly learning that spirit charms covered a wide range of unpredictable effects. The water no doubt trigger the spell, but Lissa had a feeling that spirit was going to be the key player. Even though it was the power that burned in her blood, it still stir her. The spell woven into this cup was complex, far beyond her skills, and she feared what it would do. The old woman stared unblinkingly.Lissa hesitated yet a moment more. She drank.The world faded away, then rematerialized into something whole different. She and I both recognized what this was a spirit dream.She no long-run stood in the plain room. She was outdoors, wind whipping her long hair in front of her face. She brushed it aside as best she could. Other people stood around her, all of them in black, and she soon recognized the Courts church and graveyard. Lissa herself wore black, along with a long wool coat to protect against the chill. They were gathered around a grave, and a priest stood near it, his robes of office offering the only color on that gray day.Lissa took a few step over, nerve-wracking to see whose concern was on the key. What she discovered shocked me more than her ROSEMARIE HATHAWAY.My secern was carved into the granite in regal, elaborate font. Below my name was the star of battle, signifying that Id killed more Strigoi than could be counted. Go me. Beneath that were three lines of text in Russian, Romanian, and English. I didnt need the English translation to know what each line said because it was standard for a guardians grave Eternal Service.The priest spoke prevalent funeral words, giving me the blessings of a religion I wasnt sure I believed in. That was the least weird thing here, however, seeing as I was watching my own funeral. When he finished, Alberta took his place. Lauding the deceaseds achievements was also normal at a guardians funeraland Alberta had plenty to say about mine. Had I been there, I would have been moved to tears. She concluded by describing my last battle, how Id died defending Lissa.That actually didnt weird me out so much. I mean, dont get me wrong. Everything going on here was completely demoniacal. But, reasonably speaking, if I was actually watching my own funeral, it made sense that I would have died protecting her.Lissa didnt share my feelings. The news was a slap in the face to her. She suddenly became aware of a horrible empt y feeling in her chest, like part of her was gone. The bond only worked one way, yet Robert had utter losing his bondmate had left him in agony. Lissa understood it now, that terrible, lonely ache. She was missing something shed never even known shed had. Tears brimmed in her eye.This is a dream, she told herself. Thats all. But shed never had a spirit dream like this. Her experiences had forever been with Adrian, and the dreams had felt like call off calls.When the mourners dispersed from the graveyard, Lissa felt a hand touch her shoulder. Christian. She threw herself gratefully into his arms, trying hard to hold back sobs. He felt real and upstanding. Safe. How did this happen? she asked. How could it have happened?Christian released her, his crystal-blue eyes more serious and sorrowful than Id ever seen. You know how. Those Strigoi were trying to kill you. She sacrificed herself to save you.Lissa had no memory of this, but it didnt matter. I cant I cant believe this is happ ening. That agonizing emptiness grew within her.I have more bad news, said Christian.She stared in astonishment. How could this get any worse?Im leaving.Leaving what? Court?Yes. Leaving everything. The sadness on his face grew. Leaving you.Her jaw nearly dropped. What whats wrong? What did I do?Nothing. He squeezed her hand and let it go. I love you. Ill always love you. But you are who you are. Youre the last Dragomir. Therell always be something taking you away Id exclusively get in your way. You need to rebuild your family. Im not the one you need.Of course you are You are the only one The only one I want to build my future with.You say that now, but just wait. There are better choices. You heard Adrians joke. Little Dragomirs? When youre ready for kids in a few years, youre going to need a bunch. The Dragomirs need to be solid again. And me? Im not responsible enough to handle that.Youd be a great father, she argued. Yeah, he scoffed, and Id be a big asset to you toothe prin cess married to the guy from the Strigoi family.I dont care about any of that, and you know it She clutched at his shirt, forcing him to look at her. I love you. I want you to be part of my life. None of this fuck offs sense. Are you scared? Is that it? Are you scared of the weight of my family name?He averted his eyes. Lets just say its not an easy name to carry.She shook him. I dont believe you Youre not afraid of anything You never back down.Im backing down now. He gently removed himself from her. I sincerely do love you. Thats why Im doing this. Its for the best.But you cant Lissa gestured toward my grave, but he was already walking away. You cant Shes gone. If youre gone too, therell be no one But Christian was gone, disappearing into fog that hadnt been there minutes ago. Lissa was left with only my tombstone for company. And for the first time in her life, she was authentically and truly alone. She had felt alone when her family died, but Id been her anchor, always at he r back, protecting her. When Christian had come along, he too had kept the loneliness away, filling her heart with love.But now now we were both gone. Her family was gone. That hole inside threatened to consume her, and it was more than just the loss of the bond. Being alone is a terrible, terrible thing. Theres no one to run to, no one to confide in, no one who cares what happens to you. Shed been alone in the woods, but that was nothing like this. Nothing like it at all.Staring around, she wished she could go sink into my grave and end her torment. No wait. She really could end it. Say stop, the old woman had said. That was all it took to stop this pain. This was a spirit dream, right? True, it was more realistic and all- consuming than any shed ever faced, but in the end, all dreamers woke up. One word, and this would become a fading nightmare.Staring around at the empty Court, she almost said the word. But did she want to end things? Shed vowed to fight through these trials. Would she give up over a dream? A dream about macrocosm alone? It seemed like such a minor thing, but that refrigerated truth hit her again Ive never been alone. She didnt know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasnt a dreamand dear God, did it feel realthere was no magic stop in real life. If she couldnt deal with loneliness in a dream, she never would be able to while waking. And as much as it scared her, she decided she would not back down from this. Something urged her toward the fog, and she walked toward italone.The fog should have led her into the churchs garden. Instead, the world rematerialized and she found herself in a Council session. It was an open one, with a Moroi audience watching. Unlike usual, Lissa didnt sit with the audience. She was at the Councils table, with its thirteen chairs. She sat in the Dragomir seat. The middle chair, the monarchs chair, was occupied by Ariana Szelsky. emphatically a dream, some wry part of her t hought. She had a Council spot and Ariana was queen. similarly good to be true.Like always, the Council was in a heated debate, and the takings was familiar the age decree. Some Council members argued that it was immoral. Others argued that the Strigoi threat was too great. Desperate times called for desperate actions, those people said.Ariana peered down the table at Lissa. What does the Dragomir family think? Ariana was neither as kind as shed been in the van nor as unpeaceful as Tatiana had been. Ariana was neutral, a queen running a Council and gathering the information she needed. Every set of eyes in the room turned toward Lissa.For some reason, every coherent idea had fled out of her head. Her tongue felt fatheaded in her mouth. What did she think? What was her opinion of the age decree? She desperately tried to dredge up an answer.I I think its bad.Lee Szelsky, who must have taken the family spot when Ariana became queen, snorted in disgust. Can you elaborate, princes s?Lissa swallowed. Lowering the guardian age isnt the way to protect us. We need we need to learn to protect ourselves too.Her words were met with more contempt and shock. And pray tell, said Howard Zeklos, how do you plan to do that? Whats your proposal? Mandatory training for all ages? Start a program in the schools?Again Lissa groped for words. What was the plan? She and Tasha had discussed it lots of times, strategizing this very slue of how to implement training. Tasha had practically pounded those details into her head in the hopes Lissa could make her voice heard. Here she was now, representing her family on the Council, with the chance to change things and improve Moroi life. All she had to do was explain herself. So many were counting on her, so many waiting to hear the words she felt so passionately about. But what were they? Why couldnt Lissa remember? She must have taken too long to answer because Howard threw his hands up in disgust.I knew it. We were idiots to let a little girl on this Council. She has nothing useful to offer. The Dragomirs are gone. Theyve died with her, and we need to accept that.Theyve died with her. The insisting of being the last of her line had weighed on Lissa since the moment a doctor had told her that her parents and brother had died. The last of a line that had empower the Moroi and produced some of the greatest kings and queens. Shed vowed to herself over and over that she wouldnt disappoint that lineage, that she would see her familys self-complacency restored. And now it was all falling apart.Even Ariana, whom Lissa had considered a supporter, looked disappointed. The audience began to jeer, let out the call of removing this tongue-tied child from the Council. They yelled for her to leave. Then, worse still The calculus is dead The dragon is deadLissa almost tried again to make her speech, but then something made her look behind her. There, the twelve family seals hung on the wall. A man had appeared out of no where and was taking down the Dragomirs crest, with its dragon and Romanian inscription. Lissas heart sank as the shouts in the room became louder and her humiliation grew. She rose, deficient to run out of there and hide from the disgrace. Instead, her feet took her to the wall with its seals. With more fortissimo than she thought herself capable of possessing, she jerked the dragon seal away from the man. No she yelled. She turned her gaze to the audience and held up the seal, challenging any of them to come take it from her or deny her her rightful place on the Council. This. Is. Mine. Do you hear me? This is mineShe would never know if they heard because they disappeared, just like the graveyard. closeness fell. She now sat in one of the medical examining rooms back at St. Vladimirs. The familiar details were oddly comforting the sink with its chromatic hand soap, the neatly labeled cupboards and drawers, and even the informative health posters on the walls. STUDENTS PRACTIC E SAFE SEXEqually welcome was the schools resident medical student Dr. Olendzki. The doctor wasnt alone. Standing around Lissawho sat on top of an testing bedwere a therapist named Deirdre and me. Seeing myself there was pretty wacky, but after the funeral, I was just starting to roll with all of this.A surprising mix of feelings raced through Lissa, feelings out of her control. Happiness to see us. discouragement at life. Confusion. Suspicion. She couldnt seem to get a hold of one perception or thought. It was a very different feeling from the Council, when she just hadnt been able to explain herself. Her mind had been orderlyshed just lost track of her point. Here, there was nothing to keep track of. She was a mental mess.Do you examine? asked Dr. Olendzki. Lissa suspected the doctor had already asked this question. Its beyond what we can control. Medication no longer works.Believe me, we dont want you hurting yourself. But now that others are at risk well, you understand w hy we have to take action. This was Deirdre. Id always thought of her as smug, particularly since her therapeutic method involved reply questions with questions. There was no sly humor now. Deirdre was deadly earnest.None of their words made sense to Lissa, but the hurting yourself part triggered something in her. She looked down at her arms. They were bare and marred with cuts. The cuts she used to make when the pressure of spirit grew too great. Theyd been her only outlet, a horrible type of release. Studying them now, Lissa saw the cuts were bigger and deeper than before. The kinds of cuts that danced with suicide. She looked back up.Who who did I hurt?You dont remember? asked Dr. Olendzki.Lissa shook her head, look desperately from face to face, seeking answers. Her gaze fell on me, and my face was as dark and somber as Deirdres. Its okay, Liss, I said. Its all going to be okay.I wasnt surprised at that. Naturally, it was what I would say. I would always reassure Lissa. I wo uld always take care of her.Its not important, said Deirdre, voice soft and soothing. Whats important is no one else ever gets hurt. You dont want to hurt anyone, do you?Of course Lissa didnt, but her troubled mind shifted elsewhere. Dont talk to me like a child The loudness of her voice filled the room.I didnt mean to, said Deirdre, the paragon of patience. We just want to help you. We want you to be safe.Paranoia rose to the forefront of Lissas emotions. Nowhere was safe. She was certain about that but nothing else. Except maybe something about a dream. A dream, a dream Theyll be able to take care of you in Tarasov, explained Dr. Olendzki. Theyll make sure youre comfortable.Tarasov? Lissa and I spoke in unison. This other Rose clench her fists and glared. Again, a typical reaction for me.She is not going to that place, growled Rose.Do you think we want to do this? asked Deirdre. It was the first time Id really seen her cool facade crumble. We dont. But the spirit what its doi ng we have no choice Images of our trip to Tarasov flashed through Lissas mind. The cold, cold corridors. The moans. The tiny cells. She remembered seeing the psychiatric ward, the section other spirit users were locked up in. Locked up indefinitely.No she cried, jumping up from the table. Dont send me to Tarasov She looked around for escape. The women stood between her and the door. Lissa couldnt run. What magic could she use? Surely there was something. Her mind touched spirit, as she rifled for a spell.Other-Rose grabbed a hold of her hand, likely because shed felt the stirrings of spirit and wanted to stop Lissa. Theres another way, my alter ego told Deirdre and Dr. Olendzki. I can pull it from her. I can pull it all from her, like Anna did for St. Vladimir. I can take away the darkness and instability. Lissa will be sane again.Everyone stared at me. Well, the other me.But then itll be in you, right? asked Dr. Olendzki. It wont disappear.I dont care, I told them stubbornly. Ill go to Tarasov. Dont send her. I can do it as long as she needs me to.Lissa watched me, scarcely accept what she heard. Her chaotic thoughts turned joyous. Yes Escape. She wouldnt go crazy. She wouldnt go to Tarasov. Then, somewhere in the obscure of her memories Anna committed suicide, murmured Lissa. Her grasp on reality was still tenuous, but that sober thought was enough to momentarily calm her racing mind. She went crazy from back up St. Vladimir.My other self refused to look at Lissa. Its just a story. Ill take the darkness. Send me.Lissa didnt know what to do or think. She didnt want to go to Tarasov. That prison gave her nightmares. And here I was, offering her escape, offering to save her like I always did. Lissa wanted that. She wanted to be saved. She didnt want to go insane like all the other spirit users. If she accepted my offer, she would be free. unless on the edge or not, she cared about me too much. I had made too many sacrifices for her. How could she let me do this? What kind of friend would she be, to condemn me to that life? Tarasov scared Lissa. A life in a henhouse scared Lissa. But me facing that scared her even more.There was no good outcome here. She wished it would all just go away. Maybe if she just closed her eyes wait. She remembered again. The dream. She was in a spirit dream. All she had to do was wake up.Say stop.It was easier this time. Saying that word was the simple way out, the complete solution. No Tarasov for either of us, right? Then, she felt a lightening of the pressure on her mind, a stilling of those chaotic feelings. Her eyes widened as she realized I had already started pulling away the darkness. Stop was forgotten.No Spirit burned through her, and she threw up a wall in the bond, blocking me from her.What are you doing? my other self asked.Saving you, said Lissa. Saving myself. She turned to Dr. Olendzki and Deirdre. I understand what you have to do. Its okay. Take me to Tarasov. Take me where I wont hurt anyone else. Tarasov. A place where real nightmares walked the halls. She braced herself as the office faded away, ready for the next part of the dream a cold stone cell, with chains on the walls and people wailing down the halls.But when the world put itself back together, there was no Tarasov. There was an empty room with an old woman and a silver chalice. Lissa looked around. Her heart was racing, and her sense of time was off. The things shed seen had lasted an eternity. Yet, simultaneously, it felt like only a couple seconds had passed since she and the old woman had conversed.What what was that? asked Lissa. Her mouth was dry, and the water sounded good now but the chalice was empty.Your fear, said the old woman, eyes twinkling. All your fears, laid out neatly in a row.Lissa placed the chalice on the table with shaking hands. It was awful. It was spirit, but it it wasnt anything Ive seen before. It invaded my mind, rifling through it. It was so real. There were times I beli eved it was real.But you didnt stop it.Lissa frowned, thinking of how close she had come. No.The old woman smiled and said nothing.Am I am I done? asked Lissa, confused. Can I go?The old woman nodded. Lissa stood and glanced between the two doors, the one shed entered through and the plain one in the back. Still in shock, Lissa automatically turned toward the door shed come through. She didnt really want to see those people lined up in the hall again but swore shed put on a good princess face. Besides, thered only been a fraction here compared to the group whod greeted her after the last test. Her steps were halted when the old woman spoke again and pointed toward the back of the room.No. Thats for those who fail. You go out this door.Lissa turned and approached the plain door. It looked like it led outdoors, which was probably just as well. Peace and quiet. She felt like she should say something to her companion but didnt know what. So, she simply turned the knob and stepped outsi de Into a crowd cheering for the dragon.