“Not again….” You mutter as you clutch your wounded stomach. Your body is riddled in the same scars that this one will leave. A broken arrow pokes out of you as you crawl across the cold white snow, staining it with your blood.

It’s been six years and these bastards are still hunting you. You kill one person from the royal family and it turns into a huge thing.

Soon you stumble into someone. You look at their feet then look up. You let out a sigh of relief as you see who it is, Zion. He’s the man who took you in after finding you bleeding out in the forest from a few arrows a few years ago.

Zion looks at you with his regular calm and quiet demeanor, his eyes inspecting you as you grab onto his pant leg and practically beg for help without speaking. He smirks and kneels down.

“You always come crawling back to me” He chuckles and picks you up.