Chapter 41 - The Haunted Past (2/2)

I had the complete opposite reaction of Solskin. While the story caused his face to go to a violent red and to storm off into the night, I felt sympathy for Xavier. He was a man of unfortunate circumstance. A man who made a hard choice and now had to live with it. It just didn't feel right to blame him for everything.

I felt like that is what we owed him since he save our lives more than once. I stared at Epoch for a while, a long silence falling over the room.

”You should probably chase him down.” Epoch was the first to break the long silence.

”Probably.” I replied before turning to leave myself. I quickly caught up to the angry form of Solskin, bracing myself for the long argument ahead.

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The hunt is over. My prey stared directly at me. As fast as I could, I charged towards them, pulling out my sheathed knife.

”Watch out!” Vrak jumped back. He began chanting a spell. However, I moved too swiftly, covering the distance within a few moments. Shiraa raised her hand and blasted me away with a gust of wind. Slamming against a bookshelf. Books fell off, creating a cacophony of crashes. Now, every mage has become my enemy. Throwing my knife, I caught Shiraa off guard, who was preparing her next spell. The knife planted itself inside her gut. She quickly collapsed to the ground. Savah screamed, ”NO!”

I got back up, charging at Vrak. But, he had finished his spell. Bracing myself for the worst, I was ready to meet anything. A bolt of lightning, a summoned monster.

I continued to charge, pulling out my knife on the way there, throwing caution to the wind. Vrak looked at me, his eyes glowing with spite and courage. His eyes were literally glowing with red flames. His body wreathed in flames, ready to fight me head on.

He watched with a quiet stillness, like he knew what will happen, as if everything as playing along a script written long ago. It was unsettling, i wanted to stare at him instead of fighting his father

Meanwhile, Vrak's eyes remained fierce, clinging onto life. Up until the blade went through his throat. I don't remember what happened in the fight. Everything a just a flash of vibrant colors and red haze and his eyes. His goddamn eyes.

Using Vrak's body to cover myself as I ran through the flames, I bȧrėly escaped with my life. Burns ran up and down my torso and legs. But, I limped to safety, waking up days later in the Three Kings base.

Vrak's eyes haunted me. I had ended a life. With my own hands. The guilt was beginning to seize my mind, preventing me from doing anything. I had to move beyond this somehow. Emmyth's life depends on it. I will save my brother if it is the last thing I did.