ASCELLA: The Untold (Untold Stories 1)

04

"You have a debt to pay," she smoothly removed the thin black cloth that covered half of her face and looked at me in the eye.

"First stealing my Mom's necklace and life now you're stealing away my line," I responded as I continued to walk in meeting her halfway. The sun started to set and the red rays of the light allowed my eyes to shine through it. The shivering whispers of the iron from the sword slashed the cement's skin as it brushed through the grounds. 

"Jill, stop!" my rage blinded me as his shouts and words can't even stop the determination I had to kill Mara.

"You're wasted," she confidently uttered and unleashed the sword that was behind her. 

She ran towards me and seems to be impatient with my arrival. I raised my sword and blocked her first move which was to slay me straight. Our swords clashed into the golden sunset and our rage battled to its full demise. 

My eyes fumed in anger as I laid sight towards the killer of my Mom. I moved my sword and made its way straight to her but she managed to block it and continue with her moves.

Swordfight is not my métier as I grew with the arrow and bow as my best friend. I pray that I will be given the chance to kill her before she kills me. "Ah!" I whimpered as her sword slashed my upper leg again.

"You have a lot to learn!" she uttered.

I stood up and gathered all my strength left. She got the heavier hand as my momentum vanished with the sun. My shoulder is bleeding as well as my leg. Unfortunately, she even managed to catch my hand which resulted in another wound. 

My skin was left open as I had no other choice but to drop the sword and run to grab the bow which was still lying on the ground. I held my shoulder as I felt it became numb by the pain. 

I grabbed the bow and attached the arrow with it. I heard her chuckled by herself. "You fool! Still can't defeat me with the sword, can you?" she laughed. 

I stretched and pulled the bowstring aiming for her but because of the pain I felt on my shoulder, I had trouble aiming her as my hand started to shake. I was already breathing heavily denying the fact that I'm about to lose. "Your dead mother would be so disappointed realizing she raised a fool out of her own child!"

Her words pierced me sharper than a new wielded sword, stronger than a bear's claw. I knew she claimed her road to fame when she discovered that sword fighting is not the thing I'm good at and there's no chance of beating her like this. 

My rage grew even larger after hearing her speak about my mother. The scorching heat inside me tangled me from the inside making me stand up and not accept this defeat out of treachery. 

"Killing you will be useless by the time today," I stood up and mastered all the courage left in me to face her.

"You talk too much," I could feel the heat exit my body as I felt rampaged through the halls of Gleymt.