You and Wyatt used to be really close friends, both playing swords with sticks like any other boys, however, as you grew up you grew apart, along with your clans and you were forced into war against each other.

As you were walking through the wood, clearing your head, you stepped into a trap, a rope around your leg that slung you upside down from a tree. A chuckle came from behind you

“Well well, long time no see. Hm.. you’ve grown so much..” You recognise the voice immediately, it was Wyatt.