"I.." Harold stuttered
Vasilissa could see the blood of one of her commander's dripping like a fountain coated in Harold's sword.
"You... killed him" Vasilissa's voice broke.
"He deserves to die! He killed his own men!" Harold swinged his sword to his left, pointing at the men teared limb by limb by the wolves.
"He is under my wing! He deserves a little right to stand in trial!"
"And manipulate the trial? I don't think so."
Vasilissa couldn't speak. She turned her back, gathered her guts and ran past everyone. Speeding to the forrest
(A/N : Starting from this point, I will be using POVs. Mainly Vasilissa's)
Vasilissa's POV
I couldn't stop running. I felt tired and sore all over. I stumbled again. I could feel the cloth on my shoulder, ripping from the dark branches of the broken tree.
Blood gush from the small surface wound. It stopped from gushing a later while. But left a sting.
Sting... Harold killed Alistair.
He killed one of my men.
I should hate him.
But I can't.
I tried to remember all the good memories with him. The feast and all such.
But I cant. All I see in my mind is blood. Dripping. Oozing from Alistair's detached head. Harold swinging his sword.
All comes fresh, Like a wound. A sting.
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A/N: Gosh you so stubborn Vas. The next time you do that, Your grounded!
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Harold's POV
I stilled as Vasilissa ran faster to the dark forrest.
She left me.
It stings.
She left me. Just like Raleigh.
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Stella Cadente
AventuraIN the land of Kent, The people desperately starves for salvation in the plague running rampant in their sleeves. Until they rest their hopes in the Stella Cadente shooting across the dark sky.
