Revenge of the past

Muriel's POV

He started playing with my sword right in front of my very eyes. He was intently watching every move of my sword as it dance through the rythm of his hands across the cold air. I gulped. I am started to feel nervous. My hands were cold and began shaking. My forehead was now bathing in my sweat. It was like I was just waiting for my death and watching the death of me having it's time before he would kill me.

"Why me?" I ask him almost a whisper.

"Why you? Hmmm" he stop doing that thing. He shifted his gaze at me with a smirk written on his lips. He place his hands on his back, still holding my sword.

"Your grandfather was already waiting for you on the other side of the world. I'll let him do the honor of spilling thing for you. You'll gonna meet him anyway very soon. But for now, let just say— I am the revenge of the past. Sounds great right?" His laughter echoed across the place.

He move a step closer to me. Then he look at me like I am just a tiny ant to him and anyti