~Damon~
“Hmph!” I grunted as I swung my sword on the pell I was training with.
Repeatedly striking it hard. And hard.
Thud!
It fell.
I panted heavily as I slowly drew back.
But I tripped on a stone behind me and collapsed to the ground.
“Damnit!” I grunted angrily.
My leg was injured and blood gushed.
Enraged, I tore my socks and gloves off and picked up my sword again.
As I swung it furiously at the pell, I gnashed my teeth in hopes it would all stop…that this pain…this damn pain in my chest driving me mad will stop…
But the painful ache did not stop.
The more I swung my sword, growling and grunting, the more the pain increased…and the more I saw her face.
“Damnit!”
I threw the sword away and stormed out of the training ground.
I ran into the woods.
A deep snarl erup
