Me: You thought I was done but I'm not.
Mushra: She no own Shinzo. Now write crazy, write!
It hit the ground. And shattered. My beautiful sword torn to pieces.
"Hi, weakling," said a gruff voice. I looked up and saw a ghastly figure. He had a snake head, but a bird body. I had to keep myself from puking. Vile rose in my throat.
"Get away from her," said Falcon. I looked up and saw my brother standing proudly. He had changed. Falcon threw his sword and the being fell. I got up and ran to him. Hugging him I sobbed into his shoulder. "What's the matter?" asked Falcon soothingly.
"Mushra, Yakumo," I sobbed. Falcon looked at me, his eyes full of pity.
"Let me guess, you told Mushra about Yakumo really only being eight?" I nodded.
"Lucifia…," Falcon disappeared. I dropped to the ground. I breathed shallowly. I heard footsteps. Smiling I turned around, and saw the one person who did care for me.
"Jake," I whispered.
"Yep, where you running off to? I thought you had to protect what's her face," he said.
"Yeah that," I sniped.
"What happened?"
"Forget it. I'm only going back if you are," I said. Jake smiled. He picked me up and zoomed away.
***
"So, this Yakumo is always nice?" asked Jake.
"Pretty much. Our stop's right here." I hopped off the hover board, with Jake.
We finally got to the camp, and knew once I looked into his eyes that Jake loved Yakumo. Tears of fury went down my face. Just great. I should have known. I walked away from him, and the others, heading towards the only way I knew to go, the ocean, where I would drown. I wish it was winter, that away I'd be able t die in the peacefulness of the snow and white. Oh well. I ran, this tim I would not go bac to them, they would come back............... to me?
i know it is short reviw