Raydein and I were circling around each other.
"What are you going to do?" Raydein questioned.
My answer was to feint an attack towards him. While he was blocking my non existent attack, I took a huge lunge towards him, and smacked his sword to the ground. In the next micro second, I kicked his sword away from his reach, and finally, I crossed my left and right dagger against his throat.I held him there.
At the count of ten, I let my eyes drop away from his. My daggers followed my movements. I walked out from the arena, away from all the judge mental states that were cast by all the men in the training ground.
I started running towards the stable.
I wanted to see Crunchy so bad.
For all my life, Crunchy was my lifeline.
Ever since I was two, I knew I wanted a black mare. My father obviously didn't approve, so my mother bought me a black mare fawn when I was two and a half. Crunchy was the same age, therefore we have been best friends since I first laid eyes on her.
"Crunchy, I can't do it! They're going to start asking me questions! I hate questions! You think it's a good idea for me to leave?" I knew Crunchy wouldn't answer. The funny thing is she choose that moment to shake her head and whinny.
I smiled and laughed.
I frowned after laughing for a whole minute.
I couldn't remember the last time I actually laughed or smiled for that long.
I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't notice Raydein come up behind me, hug me, and bring me to his chest. I jumped when he wiped away the tears under my eyes. I hadn't even realized that I was crying.
"Go away." I nearly kicked myself at how weak I sounded.
He laughed. "You're crying, and you want me to go away?" He had the nerve to laugh! I'll have to make sure to bash his head in with the pommels of my daggers next time we spar."I'm not crying, so there is no need for you to be here."
"Ok." He said, as he chuckled and let me go.
I jumped up on Crunchy's back, and started riding away.
I left the saddle in the stable because I really didn't feel like putting it on Crunchy in front of Raydein. I made sure that I had my bow, a quiver full of arrows, and my twin ebony daggers.I galloped off into the forrest.
I could've sworn I felt something wet on my checks as I rode away.
I shrugged.
It was probably because there was pollen in the air.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen
AdventureAll I ever knew was running. My parents were killed when I was 7 years old. The night my parents were killed, the killers were after me. They asked for me by name. It should have been me. But it wasn't. This is my story.