Stone Cold

D day

I WOULDN’T BE ABLE to keep this up for long. If I didn’t evade her soon, I would need to kill her to save myself. I stumbled yet again and dove to the side to avoid her clutches. Turning, I stabbed her in the upper leg. she screamed and jerked away. The knife was wrenched from my grasp and lost to the underbrush as she fell to the ground.

turns out I wasn't the only one training for the tournament, Opal was sharpening her claws as well, and coupled with her immense hatred for me, hatred whose roots I didn't know was out to get me as well. or maybe I do, and was just hoping that 5yrs was enough for her to heal an forgive me for my betrayal.

I mean I was a child then.and merely acted out of anger for what she'd told ryder about me knowing what I felt for him.

so I had done what I thought was suitable at that time and slept with the man she was promised to.

I was fifteen when Ryder got married. I cried my heart out. It’s embarrassing to admit, all these years later. Especially since I’d only ever said two words to him: “Hello,” and “Farewell.” Exciting, I know.

I wasn’t the type of girl to allow my emotions to run away with me. But for some reason he gave me lofty ideas about what my life could be like. He was twenty-one, dark and handsome. He could sweep me off my small feet.