00 ㄴ Prologue ㄱ
Fear is a powerful feeling, capable of disarming those of brute strength and simple minds. They say you can only battle fear with courage, but I think not. Courage is something created by man to glorify their mindless acts, considering themselves to be brave instead of admitting it was luck that saved them in their moments of blind panic.
My blue-green eyes met those of molten gold. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, his warm eyes casting out any semblance of alarm as the spear lowered from his clutched and bruised hands.
I gripped my knife, cold eyes hardening as my face washed out any emotion. His smile turned into a frown as he surveyed me. When he finally realized the gravity of the situation, I threw the knife. It stuck in between his widened eyes, the light fading. I turned around, heard the thump of his corpse falling on the forest floor and walked away.
I did not look back.
