Sorry, this took a while to come up. I had to make a bow for History class since we're studying the Middle Ages. I'm not sure if I'm going to make arrows to go with it yet.

(Erik's POV)

Darkness was closing in on me, life draining painfully slow from my body. The feeling of my soul caged inside my body was beginning to slip. It felt as if I had been fighting to keep my soul for hours but I knew I couldn't fight it much longer. I was losing. Then, there was a voice calling out my name and a warm tingle in my lips. A kiss.

"Erik, I love you, please don't leave me" I knew that voice.

A groan scratched at my dry throat, eyelids lifting with little difficulty. Where am I? The last thing I remembered was being thrown over a hill, holding Rion as close as possible in order to protect him. I attempt to move my arm but pain stops me as a blurred figure comes into view. My vision gradually comes into focus and I recognize him as Rion. There was a large crack on the stone of his headband and scratches along the back of his ears, leading down his neck.

"You're awake" he said hopefully.

"What happened?" I asked; a little scared to move.

He frowned, "You don't remember?"

I shook my head, feeling a slight buzz in it. He sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh; there was a certain disappointment in his eyes. He must have been thinking over what to tell me as I thought about how the level of head trauma can take away memories of the previous night.

The younger boy turned to me with a sad smile, "It doesn't matter, Erik, all that matters is that you're going to be okay with the healers they have here."

I wanted to smile back but there was something he was hiding from me and I wanted to know exactly what it was. My arm, the one that wasn't in a cast, reached over to him and held his hand. To tell the truth, I had a crush on Rion. He was always there for me, always kind and accepting; who doesn't lov-I mean, like him?

"Rion, you can trust me…" I smiled warmly.

He hesitated for a moment, recalling the past before speaking.

"We were out, looking for Kara when we were about to crash. You must have hit your head when we swerved out of control. A log sent us over a hill, covered with thorn bushes. You protected me with your own body, Erik" he glanced sadly at me.

"Your communicator was broken during the fall so I couldn't call for help. Then…then…" I could see a red tint form across his cheeks. "…someone nearby saw what happened and helped us get here." he added as if rushing it into the explanation.

I sat up with some difficulty, "Rion, I just want to try something so…don't, you know, freak out."

"W-what?" his face was starting to get redder.

With a deep breath, I told him to close his eyes and trust me, like trusted him. He did as I said, slightly trembling as my hand parted from his to caress his cheek. I wasn't sure if he'd pull away or lean in when my lips press to his. At that precise moment, I swear I could have had a heart attack from how fast it was beating.

I could feel his body tense up but soon melted into me. Then, he threw his arms around my neck and kissed back nonetheless. I fell back on the bed, my hand on his lower ribs. The second I fell back, I gasped and quickly tried to push him off. In a flash, Rion retreated with a mixture of confusion and worry on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to rush anything; it's all my fault. I'm so sorry, Erik, I just thought-" he was talking a mile a second.

"Rion!" this silenced the babbling boy. "It's okay; I guess I'm still a little sore from the fall."

Smiling warmly, I watched as his facial expression changed to relief and embarrassment.

"S-so, what do you think?" it was adorable when he stammered.

I wanted to laugh but that might have looked rude so I just answered by leaning in to kiss the platinum-haired boy.

(Adam's POV) Brakus' lair

It was very late at night when I had finally arrived to possibly the place I'd die. Under my cloak, weapons and smoke pellets were secured to my belt with my stone-pouch filled to the brim with di-gata stones. There were knives hidden in the sides of my boots, ready to be drawn and shed blood.

The deaf Bloody Huntress was ordered to come with me but only to cover me from the outside. She told me she could read my lips easily so communication wasn't much of a problem. I looked back from the entrance to see her perched on a nearby hill, a spear tied to her back, a quiver over it, her bow loaded and daggers on her belt. She was a real fighter so I wouldn't be surprised if she survived. Her signal was sending arrows into the castle walls, the explosives tied to them going off.

"GO!" she shouted before reloading.

Taking in a deep breath, I yanked up my hood and dashed in as my body dissolved into the surroundings. Guards either didn't notice me or were rushing outside to deal with Huntress' diversion. Thundering feet echoed through the halls, masking my own as I made my way to the keep.

I couldn't believe how easy it was to get to Brakus; he wasn't even surrounded by guards. Wait, not surrounded by guards? I stopped dead in my tracks, my gloved hand an inch away from the door to the keep. Something doesn't feel right.

There was clicking sound…a clock? I pressed my ear to the door, hearing it begin to speed up it's steady pace. My curiosity got the best of me when I opened the door. Crap. It was a large piece of technology rigged with explosives…a bomb! Eyes wide and jaw dropped to the floor, I noticed the few seconds left on it.

0:07

I slammed the door shut to take most of the blast as I ran back down the narrow hall. 'Crap, crap, crap' repeating over and over in my head.

0:01

Suddenly, the toe of my boot hit my calve, tripping me. My body was thrown to the ground but time ran out before I could make contact with the floor. The doors were blasted off their hinges and were sent flying towards me. Fire shot down the corridor as if it were a dragon's throat, catching the curtains, rugs, small tables off to the side and my cloak.

I didn't have time to take off the burning fabric before the momentum of the explosion launched me off the floor. It was all happening so quickly but through my eyes, it seemed so slow. The next thing I knew, I was rolling along the ground with the large metal doors landing not that far from me.

My body screamed in pain, burned with a blistering heat and bruised badly from being thrown, not to mention the shrapnel imbedded in my left arm. In short, I was a bloody mess. As I threw off my burning cloak, I noticed two devastating things. One of them was that I couldn't hear the crackling and pops of the flame; the explosion must have done some major damage to my ears. The second one was that I couldn't move my left arm anymore!

This was the one part that scared me the most. Panic rose in my chest, worry clouding my mind as I realized killing Brakus would be the hardest task I was ever given.

Will this be the end of Adam? What about Blood Huntress? What's happening to Alice meanwhile? Find out next time on "Sightless!"