Chapter three
Scarlett
I smiled as I entered the training area, and looked up to see Amone, one of my best friends, jogging towards me. "Yo, Scarlett! Why you smiling so hard? Pyro and you finally dating or what? C'mon, spill."
"Amone! Me and Pyro aren't ever going to date!" I tried to hide my surely chee-berry red face behind my hair before remembering that it was tied up, settling for an eye roll in her direction instead. "I'm just happy because Pyro managed to fix his... issue, let's say, with this new kid he hurt without getting pissed."
"Nice, how often does that happen?" She laughed with me,
"Never. He needs to cool down a bit, but, seeing as he has that fire thing..." I laughed again, "it's a bit of an oxymoron." Amone snorted,
"Big word, and I still think you two would be cute together, just saying."
I shoved her shoulder and smiled harder, she pretended to stumble. I laughed as her head flung back, tossing her auburn curls, which had yet to be the up for training, with it. "Oh! I've been hit!" she moaned as she let herself fall.
"You're so dramtic!" I leaned over and tapped her combat boot, identical to my own, in everything but size. "C'mon before Sarah gets mad at us for being late." She smiled and grabbed my hand to get up, I sighed, "Why can't you get up on your own again?" It was probably one of our oldest jokes.
"Because it is my job as your best and only female friend to make sure that your life is impossible." I laughed and jogged over to the weaponry room for my bow, arrows, sword and training knives, Amone wasn't far behind.
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K'shalt Chronicles - Iceflame (B1)
FantasyI woke up in a cold sweat, the images of the now familiar nightmare vivid in my mind. The fire, the heat, the fear, grandpa... It had happened thirteen years ago, and I still had nightmares. Scarlett' s life was destroyed by fire when she was five...
