She watched them go, a few cast backwards glances her way, some shook their heads, one or two gave her a look of betrayal. But he looked at her like she'd broken his heart. He shook his head as he backed away, blending into the crowd.
They all thought she'd betrayed them, even when she hadn't. The mages in the enemy's army had captured her, and stolen the information from her mind. She'd done nothing wrong, and they hated her.
Her training master had said it, and the other knights had agreed. She was a disgrace. A failure. A traitor. Worthless. She was worse than that, they said. They'd had her tried in front of the king for her supposed treachery. She was ousted from her family, and she would never be able to redeem herself.
Now here she was, exiled from her country, standing on the Scanra-Tortall border, watching them walk away from her, knowing that she'd lost everything. He looked back at her once more time, "I'm sorry, Kel." Dom said, with a look on his face that showed her how his heart was breaking.
I'll never be anything more than a fallen warrior, after this. Maybe not even that. "I know. I'm sorry, too. Goodbye, Dom." She watched them fade into the distance, then turned to go her own way. She had to make her own destiny now.