|17|~ Proven Me Wrong

Greyson swings a sword in the air as he walks into the armoury. He sights me immediately I step in.

I look around the place, my fingers trailing some weapons as I walk towards him.

He drops the sword and looks up at me, “How did you find me?”

“Paul led me here,” I mutter, my eyes jumping through various weapons.

I pull a blade out of it’s supporting item and look at what I hold in my hands in awe.

If there was moonlight or sunlight reflecting on it, it would have been shining like a baby’s behind.

Before I know it, Greyson rushes forward and takes it from my hands.

“Hey, what was that for?”

A ping of disappointment goes through me as he places it back in its support.

“I prefer my head to be safely placed on my neck and no where else.”

“Stop exaggerating,” I roll my eyes, “No one is going to cut off your head, except me. That’s if you