"My brother" Garroth bolted out of his chair, took out his sword, and ran out of the guard tower.
"Garroth!!" Aphmau shouted
She took out her dark purple sword and followed him. So did Dante & Katelyn.
You can hear her breath breathing as she ran. Her feet hitting the ground, roughly, but not angrily. The sight of the main center of Phoenix Drop. Laurance, fighting against other shadows knights, Leochant trying get the villagers to safety.
Then... they all saw him...
Wearing a red & black mask. Armor red as lava, but shiny as a ruby. His hair dark as the night sky. His skin pale..
Laughing. But not the way someone is making a joke. Laughing as cruel.. selfish.
His vision started to face Aphmau, her orange - brown eyes, wide in shock. She tried looking away, but something stopped her.
"Haha, well well well, now isn't he Lady Irene herself~" Zane said as he did a slight smirk.
Aphmau clutched on her raven sword. Looking into Zane's sky blue eyes. Sparks of red - orange and blood red popped around him.
He jumped off the tree barely making a sound under the palm of his shoe. Walking slowly, step by step, to Irene or more so Aphmau.
A struck of silence flew through the Lord's ears not even hearing a small squeak from a small mouse.
The man she hated, the man she killed, the man standing right in front of her.
Lifting up his pale hand up, placing it gently on my cold cheek. He brought his body closer to mine. She could hear his heart beat.
bump.. bump.. bump..
She felt his warm breath against her cool skin. Bring his lips to her ear.
"I'll be back.. princess.."
As Zane said, he faded away. Like the sun setting down and fading, turning into shadows..
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The Truth of the Relics
FantasyAncient relics have been a symbol of great power that no one can master. People all over tried day and night finding these relics that hold such great power. What would happen if it falls in the wrong hands? What will happen if the holder takes thi...
