One hundred and Two

One hundred and two

Seth

Sticking my sword into the last rogue, the smell of blood and decay intensified on the field.

I looked around the field, making a mental analysis.

Connor and Xander were fine, angry even.

The men who were alive seem shaken, but strong and alert. We lost ten percent of our men because of Isabella's betrayal. She hasn't been found, despite my men searching every single part of the palace.

But she wasn't the main problem.

Luke was nowhere to be seen.

He wasn't dead, that was sure, but we had no idea where he could be.

"Search around for the commandant. He could be anywhere." I instructed the soldiers, and they all began looking.

Connor and Xander jogged up to me, their eyes filled with identical anger.

"That was a decoy." Xander announced, glaring at the dead rogues surrounding me.

Connor nodded, taking it all in. "Well yeah, it is a decoy. We know that, but what makes you sure? Did you hear them plan this before you escaped?"

Xander shook his head in negativ