Melissa Spatiaits.
As the king fought valiantly, my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t sit still for every swing of his sword made the moment nerve wracking. Silence fell across the whole arena when he got slashed by Mordecai’s sword, a weapon that had power of its own and my breath got caught in my throat. I rose from my seat, hands clasped together in front of my chest as my eyes are wide with concern.
Just…what kind of a weapon is that? It struck King Dimitrio, cutting through arm or and flesh. And still, despite the force it came with, Dimitrio doesn’t stagger. Blood seeped from the wound, staining his regal shirt and the sand beneath his feet. Yet, he straightens his posture like nothing happened.
I glance down at the timepiece, an ornate clock set into a stone pedestal at th
