FlamingPhoenix

He and his army had been trying their best to protect their kingdom, Yahadna for months; it had ended up in long, sleepless, and painful battles.

“But how can I stand by and let him do what he pleases?”

‘Now’s my chance.’ Richard thought, securing his mask and cloak hood before descending from the roof, ducking and rolling when hitting the ground.

“Does this make me any better than Damien?” He asked himself, the river now in sight, the clear water glowing in the early morning light.

Once safely hidden in a nearby tree, Richard began looking around for any signs of the pack of Vermirru.