Chapter 1: Fetial
War has been declared, and it ends tonight. This battle, this fight. Oliver only hopes they'll win.
He sees her as he paces the corridor, steeling his nerves for what's to come.
Long blonde hair down her back in messy waves. Wide eyes gazing curiously, as though she's examining a potential spot for a picnic.
She's lovely.
Oliver stops walking, fully intending to walk over and introduce himself. He could be dead in the next few hours. May as well make the best of the time he has left.
Just as he starts for her, another boy huggles her, the innocent gesture so intimate that Oliver is afraid to intrude.
