Chapter fifteen, Luke

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"Over there!"
I yell my eyes now falling on the danger, a soldier with a very different uniform then our own the colours are less bright compared to ours which makes sense, in these uniforms we're stars in endless night without another word I grab my dagger but someone gets to it before me, and it isn't my dagger. Daniel Anderson just threw a dagger straight into the man's shoulder, locking him in place as the blood started to pool.
"Holy hell, Daniel!"

I yell surprised shocked and a little proud, weirdly Daniel looks just as if not more shocked then myself I also notice he threw it from his left hand, he's left handed, not the most shocking thing at this moment I stare at him my eyes wide like they might pop out then my eyes fall to Scarlet, the blood is almost the same colour as her hair, hard to see it unless you look closely I'm running over and staring at the man, anger and happiness as I pull out the dagger I notice just how delicate of a weapon it truly is, its unique like one of a kind now covered in blood and I told it to the soldiers throat as a notice the lifeless in his eyes blank unfeeling.
"

What the hell have they done to them?" Daniel now lays Scarlet down as Isabel stands over her, Daniel now sees what I see and his shaking a little.
"I....I have no idea, I've never seen this. Not even in Ulfstead"
"Not even Lydia had this kind of control."
Lydia.

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