CHAPTER SEVEN
Aidan stood bound to a post, unable to move, while he watched his father, kneeling a few feet before him, flanked by Pandesian soldiers. They stood, swords raised, holding them over his head.
“NO!” Aidan shrieked.
He tried to break free, to rush forward and spare his father, yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not budge, the ropes digging into his wrists and ankles. He was forced to watch as his father knelt there, eyes filled with tears, looking to him for help.
“Aidan!” his father called, reaching a hand out for him.
“Father!” Aidan called back.
The blades came down, and a moment later, Aidan’s face was splattered in blood as they chopped off his father’s head.
“NO!” Aidan shrieked, feeling his own life collapse within him, feeling himself sinking into a black
