A/N: ah yes w another response to "The open book." This time Chapter 14. I should probably stop getting so upset over kyles actions… but I can't help it! DX Anyway… enjoy!

Trial of devastation

Kyle.

That name tasted bitter on fordes tongue, and the very thought of the green haired man made his blood boil. It seemed the name Kyle was a synonym for 'traitor.'

Forde paced about the forest he'd taken refuge in. It was dangerous, but he'd run away from the army for a while and hidden himself in a forest fairly far from the camp. He couldn't face anyone right now. Especially not Kyle. His lover- no, ex-lover had fallen for that Pegasus knight… Syrene, was it? An ugly woman if Forde had ever seen one. The thought of Kyle making love to her… It made Forde sick to the stomach. What was it that Kyle found so attractive about her? What did she have that he didn't!?

Just then Forde was snapped from his angry musings by a sound – A voice! The blonde took refuge behind a tree; luckily his weapon already lay there in case it was needed. Forde thought it was odd that an enemy would sound so casual – perhaps they hadn't spotted him yet….

He waited in silence, until the owner of the voice appeared – a woman. A woman Forde recognised. Syrene. Forde felt a surge of emotion at seeing the woman who had made love to Kyle again. He hated her – with every fibre of his body!

She'd spotted fordes horse and had taken it upon herself to pet the animal – Causing the cavaliers blood to boil more – Who does she think she is! He wanted to ignore it and hope she'd just go away, but something within him snapped. His hand reached for his sword and his feet slammed into the ground as he charged at the Pegasus knight – with nothing but murder in mind.

The green haired woman looked up from the horse – At first she looked afraid, but then somewhat relieved to see it was a knight of Renais. It seemed she hadn't noticed the hybrid look of pain and anger on Fordes face as he flung himself at her – mercilessly cutting into her flesh. First he took out one of her legs, watching her fall to the ground in agony; the cut was deep, as intended.

"You should worry less about your whore-ish appearance and get better armour. Not that you'll need it in hell!" Forde threw his sword down, revealing a weakness in her chest plate and cracking straight through the worn armour.

A rivulet of blood rising up out of the armour proved he'd hit his mark, and a smirk played its way onto Fordes face. He had no regrets now. She was gone, with not a chance to protest, or a scream to haunt him. Easy.

He now had one final thing to do…