Jacobe POV
As the sun starts to rise my blood burns hotter, almost boiling. I turn in the direction of the rising sun and stare briefly. The sun rays that show are being absorbed into my eyes, causing them to glow brightly, illuminating five feet ahead of me.
I turned toward the knight with a devilish grin on my face. When he looked at me he couldn't stop looking into my eyes. He looked nervous and took an involuntary step back.
"Well this was fun, and you know what they say, 'All good things must come to an end'. So sadly, you must die," I say with a fake frown. "However, before you do, I must know your name. You should feel honored! I never care about anyone's name. Mainly because they die before I can have some fun, but still I never care."
He just looks at me for a moment before speaking. "You know, it's actually good that you asked for my name. I always forget to tell my victims my name before I kill them, and look at you! So eager to learn the name of your murderer," He said with his voice dripping with venom. "My name is Scott."
"Excellent, now we shall see who will be the last one standing, Scott," I say as I run towards him with a smile.
YOU ARE READING
The Rising Pheonix
FantasyMy birth was not a joyous day. My kingdom was under attack and if my older brother, and Sworn Protector, Prince Jacobe had not taken me and fled, I would not be here to tell my tale. Will you follow me on my journey to reclaim my throne?
