Wildfire

Chapter 12- No one's POV

         The snow started to land it's cold atmosphere on the skin of the two boys walking. Razor, who was always outside, was used to the cold. And his hoodie also protected him. Bennett, on the other hand, wasn't in too good of a state. The poor boy was shivering, his face becoming red, and his throat swelling up. Razor, seeing Bennett like this, decided to give his hoodie up and wrapped it around the green eyed boy. "Oh! Oh, you didn't have to! You'll be cold!" Bennett yelled in a panic. "It fine," Razor said softly. "I used to cold." Bennett, knowing Razor wouldn't accept the cloak back, decided to keep on walking. He did like the scent of it though. It smelled like the sun, and fresh trees.
              They continued walking to the definition of the boar king. They thought they would see some boars. Only to find out....they were all slaughtered brutally! "Aw man,"Bennett said sadly. "Well, hopefully there are more boars tomorrow!" As soon as he said that, Razor took a glance and saw someone with blonde hair with a bloody sword. One could only assume they were behind the slaughter. They looked like the honorary knight, except a different gender, different hair style, and different color palette. And unlike, the honorary knight, they weren't looking for a warm welcome...