Avyanna turned to the dungeon and walked quickly. Her heart in her throat and the memories that had lived and got stored in her mind and her heart resurfacing. The feeling of fear overwhelmed her with the thought of death that was fastly approaching her most cherished guard. He had known her from when she was simply a child and she had come to pay attention to him when she was eight years old. She remembered how she got fascinated by his sword-fighting skills. It was a competition and the king and dignitaries present had watched in excitement as zariek and a different man had battled for the best swordsman. Then he was simply a boy, not so old. Zariek was quick, he was fast, he was brutal and his skills could be seen as what it was. Simply the best. He had defeated the man and a different
