Fiona
I watched as Jerome tiredly threw the blood stained sword from his hand to the ground staggering back a bit, Crystal made a move for it but I was closer to him.
Sliding the happiness that I was feeling in my own body I came behind him first and steadied him back on his feet, he turned it to look at me appreciatively.
"Thanks, Fiona…" he said almost breathlessly, getting on his feet. I saw a disapproving pout on Crystal's face.
"I was just about to help you…" she said, her voice fading and she shot me a small nasty glare.
I sighed inwardly, thinking how that made any difference if either one of us helped him.
I wiped the thoughts out of my mind, we had not gone through the battle completely and Jerome still had that arrow thrust in his back.
"These people shoul
