Cassian’s pov
Running towards the dark cloud over the cliff, I saw something terrible on the ground which shook my confidence. A body was lying on the dusty cold ground in the pool of blood. It was the blood of a warrior, a warrior who had taught me everything since he took my responsibility. My legs weakened as I approached him and saw him lying with blood coming through his nose and parted lips.
“Alarous!” I cried and the sword slipped from my hand. My knees bent and I fell on the ground. I carefully gazed at his face. Losing a hope to see him smiling one last time.
“Cassian! You came, finally.” Alarous spoke through the cough and the dried blood over his face.
“Shhh! Don’t speak! It will hurt. I will call the healers.” a hope rose in my heart when he took my name but Alarous graspe
