A shrill cry echoed in the midst, and I flinched. Perhaps it was the fear and uncertainty, but the sound seemed to get closer with each explosion.
I could not bring myself to focus on what the reporter was saying, so I trudged to the edge of my tent, peeking out from behind the folds. William Valle, the fifth in line for the Fifteenth throne, was there.
I took a breath. “They want me to tell them what they saw. They want to know their every move, and I’m going to be the one to tell them. It’s going to be me.”
I was taken from my bubble of thought by the sound of approaching footsteps and murmurs from outside that they were back. As we emerged from the tent, I was met with the sight of William Valle standing in front of Marlene Luri, the sixth in the Tenebrius Family.
A sudden gunshot rang throughout the battlefield and chaos erupted. Screams and grunts began as the Luxite army advanced and we pushed back. I turned around desperately, watching for my brother or any familiar face. I could not concentrate in the midst of the cacophony.
I was cut off by an intense heat piercing my back, and suddenly, three promising, but uncertain words began echoing in my ears; “I’ll end this.” He was no longer in front of me. I saw black.