Young Wings • h.hj & h.js

18

A/N: I suck at writing actions scenes so please bear with me. Also, I'm sorry if this chapter sucks, I didn't proof read it and I know that it's a dark twist but I hope you enjoy reading it nonetheless.

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"I got this" You whisper to yourself as anxiety builds up within you.

You take a deep breath. And when you exhale, you release all of the attachment that you feel to life in general just like Changbin taught you.

You've never killed a human.
You've killed countless of wild, harmful animals. You've injured people before, but you never had to kill anyone.

But this forest was different.
You knew that the people here wouldn't hesitate to kill you. So you had to think the same.

"I SAID COME OUT!" The hunter's scream echoes through the forest. And although Jisung tried to pull you back, you stepped out and walked towards the group of hunters.

"Where's your little friend?" One of them asks with a smile, and you glance around to see about seven of them.

"That kid ran off to who knows where" You lie.

"Search around this area" Another hunter says with a scoff, looking you in the eyes. The more he stared, he realized something.

"Aren't you the orphan brat of dead old mighty Sir Song, protector of the queen" He says in a mocking tone.

Your eyes go wide and the grip on your sword gets tighter at the mention of your father. From your peripheral vision you noticed that two hunters left to look for Jisung while the others circled around you from a distance.

"How do you know my father?" You curse at yourself for suddenly getting so emotional. "I worked in the kingdom for a while. Only met that bastard twice but boy was he famous for being the queen's guard. He just loved to brag about his 'little girl'" He says, staring you down.

"How could someone like you who used to serve the kingdom become such a despicable human being!?"

Another hunter scoffs at your words. "When times get hard, people have to make sacrifices"

With that last statement, he charges at you. You quickly dodge his attack but a second later and you feel something graze your arm making you cuss in pain. You turn to the side to see one of the other hunters.

You take a quick glance around.
Two with swords in front of you. One on each side with a dagger and a sword and one behind you with a crossbow.

You take a deep breath once again.
'okay y/n, detach yourself. Don't look them in the eyes'

When the man tries to attack you again, you hit your blade against his. It slides and you break free, crossing each other until your back is turned against his and vice versa. The other person in front of you quickly tries to strike but you kick him away just in time to turn around and block the attack the man former knight was doing.

You nod to yourself, slowly getting the hang of things.

The man tries to swing his blade again and after you block it, it's your turn to charge. With one swift movement, you dodge his blade and pierce yours right through his chest, eyes locking with his which went wide.

And for a moment you froze.

'Don't look them in the eyes'

But it was too late. The man's body went limp on your sword.

And as you stared at him, sword still pierced through his chest, your grip on the handle got tighter and your breaths became shallow.

Just then you heard a battle cry and turned to the side to see the hunter who you kicked earlier, charging at you. You panic, quickly kicking the dead man off of your sword and blocking his attack with your bloody blade.