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Traitor

There they were, standing face to face in front of the once majestic Fort Helencia. The previously magnificent garrison of the regal Radiata Knights was reduced to an unsightly pile of chipped stone blocks, which now only resembled its former grandiose. The shadow of the ruins loomed over the two of them, as distrust and hatred surrounded the field.

She gripped her axe in one armored hand, while the other was clenched into a rigid fist. There stood the boy she trusted once, looking very brave in all that glinting metal. A smug smirk crept on her face.

"I waited for you to follow me."

He looked away. He may have been one of Theatre Vancoor's best warriors, but his own guilt proved to be one of his most formidable foes.

"All this time, I thought you were right behind me."

A wave of wind blew along, throwing her golden locks into the air as she geared up her axe. The machete's blade reflected the sunlight, sending a painful, stinging beam towards the boy's face.

"I was going to follow you, but my meeting at the castle—"

"Is getting back your prestige as a knight more important than I?"

He couldn't answer. A thin stream of tears welled along her gem-like emerald eyes.

"I trusted you. But you failed me. I don't know if I'm ever going to put my faith in you again."

"No, you've got it all wrong!"

"Stop, save your breath. You're going to need all of it to survive this battle."

There was silence. He felt her words render his body numb. The young lady set her stance for battle.

"Draw your sword." She commanded.

He felt his heart sink. It was his fault. If only he took her plea seriously, none of this would have happened. But now, there was nothing he could say to change her mind. Lifting one gauntlet-cased hand, he put in on his saber's hilt.

The sound of a sword escaping its sheath echoed in the empty field.

His sword was drawn.