Bright One | Empire of Blood and Swords Series

26. Story for A Story

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-Story for A Story-

"I'll leave you alone to change into your armor. Tell Connie stay here, Saoirse doesn't want her to come," Seth told me before he left to change in his tent.

Connie was already up, eating with Rubio next to her. When she saw me, she panicked for no reason. I raised an eyebrow at Rubio who shrugged.

"I'll leave now. See ya, Connie," he said and left just as quickly as his farewell was.

What was going on between those two? I went to grab my armor from the stand as Connie sealed the flap.

"So, where did you went?" She asked.

"In a cave, cultivating. God it was hard to concentrate," I groaned as I put on my armor.

Connie went over to help me. "Where are you going now?"

"Rounding with the army. They wouldn't let you come with us, I'm sorry."

She made a sad smile. "I understand. So what did you learn?"

"That I'm a venomous cobra hybrid with black venom," I told her jokingly but she sucked in her breath.

"Wait, hybrid?" She grabbed my shoulder and looked into my eyes, the excitement on her face was beyond describable. "Tell me everything."

I chuckled. "You really like research, huh?" She nodded furiously. "Oh well. They were making a big fuss about my colour, pure white, they called me. And something about my venom being hemotoxic and neurotoxic."

She squealed. "This is amazing. You're a white cobra. You can shoot venom, do you know that?"

I nodded. I knew, of course I knew. They were my instincts. And I know I have to hood up to defend myself or save my venom when I really need them.

"But having two types of toxic venom is natural. Some snakes have a combination of different venoms as well," she continued.

"Well. . . I guess. I don't like being called a hybrid though. It sounds like a human calling someone disabled or biracial," I answered while tightening the belt on my warrior dress.

"At least that's better than being called a human here," she muttered but I heard.

I didn't say anything, afraid it'll make things worse for her. "I'll get you out." I told her, my tone hardening. "I promise I will get you out of here."

She gripped my hand. "I'm still waiting." She pat my shoulder and stepped back. "You're all set. I'll see you after your rounding."

I nodded. The last thing I put on was my cloak. There wasn't much I could bring, so I only took my water flask and stepped out of the tent. The wind was rising, luckily my hair was tied in a braid. Now that I think of it, I haven't felt any breeze on my skin since coming here. But the sudden wind. . . What does it mean now?

I walked towards the entrance of the camp, where my horse was ready and so was the army. I put the flask in the sack of my horse and proceeded to get on. It wasn't that bad, at least I had a few readjustments before finally sitting on it. In the corner of my eye I see Seth grinning.

"Seems like my little lesson paid off, huh?" He asked as he rode closer. "No wonder people call me the best teacher."

"Don't get too cocky, wolf-prince," I replied.

He raised an eyebrow, playfully twinkled in his aquamarine eyes. "On with the nicknames now, are we? Guess I'll have to step up my game."

"Or you could stop flirting, I'm going to hurl from this," the familiar sassy voice boomed in. Saoirse's hair has dozens of tiny braids, before all of them lead up to the one big ponytail. Her armor was laced with silver and gold, sleeveless like most armor and showing off her inkings.