'~WARSICK: Behind The Mask~' Jefhalo Edition-Book 2

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Third Person POV:

Jef hadn't stepped foot anywhere near the sea ever since he'd almost drowned — but who could blame him though, right? Someone was clearly out for him — at least that was what Jef thought, but little did he know, it wasn't just him. Good had left to visit Greenland, home to the Azalea kingdom, Clover kingdom, and Apricot kingdom, which left Jef alone. Good was supposed to be back tomorrow morning though.

Days after the incident, Jef left the castle to walk around. He observed children playing and chasing each other down the cobble paths, people in the midst of a conversation with another, and others doing their jobs. When people saw him, they bowed.

Jef looked over to the left as he saw some others bowing to a different person. Ant was sitting on a bench, talking to the citizens from each kingdom. Jef looked back on his path, shuffling through people as he now found himself behind a dairy shop. Wooden barrels held what Jef assumed was milk. Jef noticed something red in between two milk barrels. Curious, he picked up one of the milk barrels and moved it to the side. Ant saw the tip of Jef's tail from the alley, politely ending his conversation with a Sugar kingdom child.

Ant wanted to know what Jef was doing behind there. Ant approached, feeling anxiety bubble up inside of his stomach. Ant desperately wanted to know what Jef was doing. Ant went behind Jef to see Jef staring at a few red sticks — by they were not just any red sticks — dynamite, about to explode.

"Jef!" Ant exclaimed. "I know! I didn't place them!" Jef shouted in response, standing up. The dynamite's detonating cord was sparking and was about ten seconds away from exploding. Ant grabbed Jef's arm. "Well someone must've! Hurry, we need to get out of here!" The two sprinted out of the alley, screaming for people to evacuate, but there wasn't enough time. The dynamite exploded, many more from around the Woodland also exploding.

Someone had placed multiple sticks of dynamite around the Woodland and they were too late to discover it. People screamed as thick, dark gray smoke filled the air, fire erupting from the ground to spread. A loud, howling boom had been made, the explosions seemingly everywhere setting fire to many structures. The sound had probably been so loud, Greenland could have heard it.

Jef and Ant had flung into the air due to being so close to the sticks of dynamite and its explosion, plummeting to the ground. A stinging pain shot through Jef's leg as his foot all the way up to his knee had been torn off. Jef screamed in pain, tears welling at his eyes. Jef's eyes traveled to the side, seeing Ants head fly off to tumble away. Pools of blood flowed out from his neck, Jef screaming out Ants name in terror, his ears ringing. Jef inhaled, looking up at the smoke filled sky. That was when a large, castle pillar crashed down on top of him and Ant.

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Word count: 520