LARA
A girl with long ginger hair burst into the dark room, her golden eyes illuminating the space around us. If anything, she looked furious. She looked over me and her face frowned even more when she got a dagger out of its sheath. I flinched. Was she crazy?!
“I am sorry,” she muttered as if she was in pain to do it, “It has to be done! He is my brother!”
She closed her eyes and the light from the room was gone. But I didn’t indulge myself with illusions that it was over or that she was gone. So, not wasting any time, I changed my location and jumped off from the other side of the bed. Even though I knew for a while that I’d never become a Warrior of Light like my brother and friends, I trained well enough to be able to defend myself from some psycho lady.
She moved qui
