The Owl House, Broken Hearts, Shattered Bones

Drunken Revelry 2

(This is just a sneak peak in future chapters, and a short chapter)

3rd person P. O. V

Korril draw his staff and ready to fight back, but this time, he was too drunk to give a damn. No Quarters. Face to face yet again with his reject. Now bloody amd bruised, Emira Blight mustered the last of her strength to fight back, whilst Korril only sustained less damage, consodering that Emira wasn't able to fend back his drunken anger. She wasn't strong enough.

Korril casted a fire spell at Emira causing her to dodge, but to her surprise it was part of Korril's plan, as she dodged the fire, she quickly tilted her head back and saw Korril with reddened eyes and fury shown in his face. She wasn't fast enough to react and Korril bonked her chin with the tip of his palisman.

Now seriously injured, and down on the ground, all Emira could do was accept her fate, or beg for her life and apologise to Korril for not being able to move on. A weakened, and bloody Blight now lays on the floor as her sword was inches away from her pierced to the ground.

All she could do was wait for what's to come, but to her surprise, Korril just stood there looking at her injured shell with an angry, and sad expression, tears streaming down his face. Despite being drunk, he was able to keep his composure and balance, and was able to express his feelings and displeased towards the one girl who he thought, but never knew was not the one.

Emira looked at Korril shocked instead of being mad or discomfort, he was just standing there, gripping his staff tightly like he was about to end it, whilst tears coming down like waterfalls.

"Why? I'm so disappointed at you, Emira Blight, I tried to change but you couldn't see the difference." Korril said in a mixed of anger and depression, "The only time we fight is when we're not sober." He muttered his words softly but clearly.

(Stay tuned)