Chapter 12

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Round One - Part 1

I choke back a sob, the Lionheart logo on his shirt imprinted in my mind.

I wrap my arms around my waist, as if protecting myself from the heartache crashing over me.

My back unconsciously slumps against the tree and slides down until I hit the ground with a thud. I look up at the starry night, a crushing pain consuming every part of my body.

As I blink, hot tears drip down from my eyelids and slide down my cheeks. I bite my lip tightly in attempt to hide any sound that wants to escape from my mouth.

I sit there for a couple of minutes, trying to calm myself down as I'm forced to listen to them continue to beat my dead friend.

But the longer I sit there, the more and more I find myself being consumed by my emotions. But this time it wasn't with sadness......it was with anger.

A pure, burning hatred that I've never felt before.

All logic and reason seem to fade away as I find myself getting progressively worked up, the anger devouring me.

All I know is that those things killed my friend.

And I was out for revenge.

Pushing myself up, I yank my sword out of it's holster and walk out from behind the tree with purpose.

As if on cue, someone's arms suddenly wrap around my waist to pull me back, dragging me in the opposite direction.

My sword clangs to the ground with a loud echo that makes all three Roamers whip their heads around in our direction. But before they can see us, the person swings my body behind the trunk until we are both completely hidden.

I struggle against the person's grip, thrashing and kicking as I desperately try to break free.

"GET.....OFF.....OF ME!"

They place a strong hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.

"Kyla, stop it! It's me!" they whisper into my ear, "Calm down!"

My heart catches in my throat and my eyes get wet.

When he feels my shoulders drop and my body relax, he turns me around to look at him.

Asher looks down at me with a mixture of worry and relief in his eyes.

"Kyla what are you thinking! Who in their right mind would try to take on three Roamers on their own?! You could've been—"

I throw my arms around his neck and cut him short, pulling him into a tight hug to the point where I'm almost suffocating him.

"Geez, I haven't been gone that long, have I?" he finally pulls away with a small laugh.

My lower lip quivers as words slowly make their way out of my mouth. "I—I thought that was y—you."

His eyebrows draw together, clearly confused. "Hey, calm down. What are you talking about?"

He cautiously looks back out from behind the tree, to see that the Roamers have focused their attention once again back to the bloodied corpse.

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