Guilty Escape

Milla

Mom… Dad… I am so… so sorry… please… be ok…

I slowly opened my eyes. I blinked twice as my eyes focused to the light in the strange room I was in.

I appeared to be in a living room, with a couch and two recliners. A fireplace mantel had pictures of people on there that I didn't recognize. The television was on, playing a TV show that I didn't remember. I slowly propped myself on my elbows, wincing.

"Whoa, slow down!" I heard a girl say, and she gently pushed me back down.

The girl had long blonde hair with white tips that went to her waist. She was rather pale, and had emerald eyes. She was rather skinny and tall. She wore a red and gold short skirt like moms, and had on a long sleeved white and red shirt with a golden chest plate. Her boots went to her knees, and were white and red.

She seemed oddly familiar.

"Where am I…? Who are you…?" I asked as I stared into her emerald eyes.

"Oh, this is my house. I'm the girl you helped when I was injured in the dojo. Milla."

"Oh… I guess I never did catch your name that day."

"Yeah, you dropped me off and ran right back to train." She said with a frown.

"Milla… what happened to me…? How'd you find me…?"

She seemed to bite her lip.

"Well… It was so unlike you to miss practice the way you did, especially for a week. So I went to your house to see if something was wrong. When I got there…" She looked to her feet. "When I got there everything was burned and scorched… I dug through all the rubble and I eventually found you…"

She shuddered. I moved the blanket that was covering me. I wore my pants, which were no more than shorts now, and I was shirtless. I had what seemed like one hundred burn marks all over me. My torso was covered and bruises. I had gauze wrapped around my chest, either because I had broken ribs, or my back wound. Probably both. I blinked twice. What felt like yesterday I was sparring happily with my family… but now I was covered in burn marks and bruises.

I cracked my knuckles as I formed fists. I squeezed shut my eyes and gave a few shaky breaths.

"He… will pay for this…" I growled. I opened my eyes, and I swear I saw them flash red in the mirror.

Despite the pain, I sat up and stared at my hands. I was still shaking.

"How long… have I been out…?" I whispered to Milla.

"A full month…" She answered sadly. "Frost… where are your parents…?"

I took in a sharp breath. Mother… Father…

"They… are on a trip… I was alone when the accident happened…" I said without showing my face.

"Well… at least they are safe."

"Yeah… safe…" I whispered as I stood shakily. I stared at Milla. "Where are my swords?"

She gasped and stood. "You cannot possibly mean to rush to Guilt's Castle!?" I nodded and stumbled over towards the only door exiting the room. "Are you insane!?"

I looked to my feet then turned to look at her. "Yeah… I guess that I am." I replied. She ran over and blocked my way into what looked like a hallway.

"You're not going anywhere. Stop being so rash!" She shouted, staring into my eyes. I groaned with impatience.

"If I beat you in a duel will you let me leave?"