Chapter Twenty-Five
Everything remained quiet in the blackness inside of Anaela’s head. The loud battle cries of kheshlars and humans alike surrounded her, seeming to fade into oblivion. Her head ached. She wished her last moments could be in peace and not despair, but it would be too much to ask for. Blood streaked her face, trickling into her eyes and mouth. The taste of it was foul to her own lips, but she knew to anyone else it would taste like bloody watermelon.
Memories flooded her mind of good times spent with her friend Starlyn. Anaela truly missed her. There hadn’t been any other kheshlars who understood Anaela as much as Starlyn had. Even though Starlyn was a high kheshlar in the large city, she had still been an outcast to her race. Anaela stayed in the outskirts of the city a
