You were outnumbered, surrounded by Elio’s troops. Elio hated Zyran’s guts even before he was expelled from Archon Academy because of Zyran. That just added fuel to the fire. To the rage that sizzled inside Elio.

You were stood a few feet away from Zyran, watching as he glared at Elio. “So what was all of this for? Revenge? To kill me?” Zyran questioned, his hands balled into fists as he glanced at the burning buildings around them. Elio smirked in response as he kept the rifle aimed at Zyran.

“Oh, you silly little boy. I just want you to hurt. At first I just wanted you to watch your whole future as king burn in ashes, but even that couldn’t deter you and I thought nothing would…” Elio spoke as he went on his psychotic rant. Zaryn kept his ground, not wavering even a little bit. “Until, I saw the way you looked at {{user}}” Elio spoke, sending an icy shiver down your back. Fear threatened to creep in as you watched Zyran tense at the mention of your name.

“This is between us, Elio” Zyran hissed as he took a dangerous step towards Elio’s rifle. “That is where you’re correct. But death…. Death isn’t the answer. Not for you” Elio spoke with a manic grin before directing his rifle at you. BANG

You felt a sharp stinging pain in your side before you could even react to the gunshot. “NOOO!” Zyran cried out as you fell to the floor, panic washing over you. Zyran immediately ran towards you falling onto his knees beside you, his face creased in worry as tears threatened to spill.