• The wind gusted in the air sending chills down my spine. Blood covered my hands with a deeply pure color. Butterfly's circling my stomach made me almost wanted to throw up. Tears gently trickled in my eye sending little splashes to the muddy ground. My sword was shone against the brightness of the moon. I had done many wrong things but not like this. The bloody body of Kadara laid in front of me knowing that he wasn't dead. Still alive but maybe unconsence. The battle was ruff but lucky for me he had learn many things. Later that day healing my cuts. I hear a knock at the door. Who can that be I questioned. I walk towards the door. I open the door. Hi Sedaro. Oh no I yell. Im pulled towards a pitch black van. I've bee knocked be token some were that could leave to mega trouble.