Kairos
The Day Before
Kairos watched as Zora walked away from him. He huffed a sigh before mumbling to himself.
“That could’ve gone better,”
He turned away as Zora got farther from him. He’d meant it, what he told her about the snow. He figured sharing something personal like that would humanize him more. But he was left alone, nothing changed between them. The last challenge was still on the calendar.
He really, really did not want to fight her again.
Everything about her was becoming mesmerizing to him. The way she spoke to the way she moved and – Gods help him – the way she said his name.
Kairos Moonraiser never liked his name. It was an old Greek name that had been passed down across generations. His father had one too. It meant something like “perfect moment” and he thought it
