The war

**Emily’s POV**

I charged angrily towards the troop of Marcus’s incoming soldiers, who were also charging towards Alexander’s soldiers and me.

I yelled as I ran, stabbing at everyone in my path and biting off large chunks of flesh from the bodies of the ones who were too stubborn to move away.

My target was Marcus, who stood at the end of the field using his dark magic, or his godforsaken son, who was presently engaged in bloody combat with Chad.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Chad fall to the ground and get hovered by Ethan, who brandished a long sword.

I still do not know how I did it because I was blinded by rage and guilt- guilt about the deaths of Mary and Malcolm- I dashed towards Ethan from behind and stabbed him in the back of his neck before he could attack Chad.

I heard his piercing screams fill the air as blood gushed out of the open wound, drenching his shirt, but I didn’t feel remorse for what I had done to him.

Instead, I helped Chad up, ignoring his mumbling appr