Skybound Volume 2: The Witch Of Jubilee.

Chapter 3: Thunderclap.

"I hate this part.
Every night when I go to sleep, they never let me dream.

Instead, they force me to remember, to remember the night when The Kingdom fell... when I fell.

That exact moment when fire rained from the sky, I fell through the pink dome, Jenna had made... And then I landed."

Ow.

That... doesn't feel great.

Ringing overcame my ears, and I felt myself reaching up to clutch the side of my head, red was covering my vision.

Flames?

It was hot... Right, Jenna... I failed to stop her.

I heard something in the distance, the sounds of someone shouting, slowly I got to my feet.

And slowly I forced myself to move, it was then that I had a realization the red in my vision wasn't flames.

Blood.

It was blood.

I winced, grabbing the back of my head, it was wet, slowly I lowered that hand, using my free one to wipe some of the blood away.

At the very least I could see now, but that didn't help the shock that came with seeing my hands covered in blood. At first, I was worried it was someone else's, but it became clear with the overwhelming headache that it was mine.

The back of my head had cracked, I couldn't tell if it was fatal or not... but at the very least I could still move.

So.

I began to run towards the sounds of the screams, despite every fiber of my being screaming at me to get help.

To find someone to help me.

I ran to help others.

That was when I saw it, the source of the screams, a man.

A man who was leaning forward in agony, he had brown hair and wore clothes that were covered in soot and ash, and he clutched the head of a child, cradling their limp body close to his chest as he screamed.

Skylar stared at the sight with wide eyes, that was all she could do, stare with those eyes.

After all this scene in part had been her fault, she was too weak to save The Kingdom from the wrath of a single person.

The horrible weight of reality crumbling before her, the man took in a shaky breath before looking up at Skylar, his own eyes wide upon witnessing her, "You..." he gritted his teeth, "It was you! If it wasn't for you none of this would have happened! My family would still be alive!"

He shouted, his grief overcoming him as he set the corpse of his child onto the ground, his hands balled into fists.

He lunged forward throwing his fist forward, Skylar could have dodged it easily.

Of course, she could have, the wind told her how, but.

It connected.

That fist slammed into her cheek and she fell to the ground, she deserved it.

She felt she deserved every second of this.

For failing them.

The man lunged forward, lashing out in his rage, pinning Skylar to the ground he threw his fist down, again.