The name I had chosen for myself kept on disturbing my peace of mind. I have no clue if they dislike my chosen name or not. Since, I felt something tragically beautiful with my chosen name, I had decided upon choosing it. Yet, what use would it have if my friends dislike the name?
“Stop thinking about your name, Crimsyn.” Luke chuckled, pacing with Arya’s unpredictable agility. “I think it's beautiful. Just like the owner.”
Arya giggles in response as she nodded her head. “I think so too.”
Even they wish to cheer me up, I have no idea if it was only to make me happy or do they truly meant it. As my eyes began wandering, I notice everyone was using their magic in their practices. And so was Arya and Luke, they are taking advantage of their magic during their combat.
Now that I had re
