They managed to enter the forest without a scratch on them, Max just assumed it was because the elves were scared of Draco. He glanced at Draco who seemed to know but was also puzzled. Max soon thought about the fact that Draco killed someone so he asked the big question "Have you killed before?"
"Yes"
"When?"
"When I was five I killed my best friend by accident by pushing him into the street while playing. He was then ran over"
There was a long pause. "When I turned eight I tracked down and killed the man that ran him over. My species allows me to do that."
"But it was just an accident?"
"Yes and no. The man was drunk and he kept driving when he saw him in the street and kept driving after the blood. He isn't sane drunk or not. And neither am I."
Max gulped a bit and he was surprised that he could manage that at such a young age but also disgusted 'Maybe this kid should be in prison or an insane asylum at least' he thought. Draco rolled his eyes.
An elf spotted them and charged at Draco in spite. The Sword appeared and glowed then protected Draco all on it's own. Draco and Max were in shock, the elf up dead.
The Sword landed blade in the ground then it formed a pale boy with silver hair, the sword now just a tattoo on his back. The boy looked back at Draco with an angry expression "Wrath." Draco was confused, "We need to talk." The boy said.
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Chained
FantasíaThis story is about Romance, Friendship, and Mystery with twists and turns that will make you think first before judging a book by it's cover.
