Ninety-Three

Ninety-Three

Xander

Packing the only weapon I needed, I covered every single part of my body with black clothes, to enable me to blend into the dark much easier than before.

I was back in my room. I couldn't bear to stay I'm the same room when I had become Hazel's enemy.

I couldn't bring myself to laugh, not when my heart was on fire.

Not when I saw her losing herself and I couldn't do anything.

Taking the only weapon I needed, I began to sneak out of the palace.

Climbing out of the window into the bushes, I decided to run straight into the bushes, but the voices I heard not far away halted me in my steps.

My father and Hazel, discussing battle plans. A chill ran down my spine as I listened closely to what they were saying.

"They wouldn't know what hit them when we appear with a whole army of the undead, and even an army of their allies too." My father cackled loudly, and Hazel laughed maniacly after him.

"Wiping them out would be too easy. But what about the other kingdoms? How would