Sweet Heaven

The training Herons made Elizah undergo could only be described as unrelenting. From the dusk till dawn, Elizah was training. According to the former war-chief, they had no time to spare. The time was upon them and they had to seize the opprotunity before it slipped past them.

Elizah was equally keen on training. He fought the blistering heat, the furious rain, the raging storm, and continued to train. It wasn't an easy feat, far from it. The worst part of it all was the shifting and learning to fly. Shifting required a lot of strength. His whole body would suffer the impact. His insides scorched, bones ached everytime he shifted. But despite all the pain and suffering, he soldiered on. He was hell bent on bringing hell upon those who ruptured his family like some toy.

It wasn't just his training but Sabrina's too.

Every night he returned home with new bruises. She would tend to them after their meal and he would fall asleep in her arms. This had become a routine. Even though they w