Chapter Eight(3)
That didn’t seem to be truthful enough.
‘We will deal with the potential danger, Alberto and I. Don’t take Alberto’s casualness as a sign that he is weak, or harmless. By now you should know that he is none of that.’
Thwack. As if to agree with Lydia’s statement, an arrow sprouted from the center of one of the targets in the target range. The firer of the missile turned and smiled crookedly, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll protect you until you’re strong enough.’
Maybe not now, but I will come here again. When I am strong enough. The words echoed in Cecy’s mind, in symphony with her memories. Warmth crept up slowly, warming her fingertips.
Alberto yelled in surprise as a blur of bronze flew past his head, skimming against his hair, and landed a few feet away from the arrow recently fired, impaling itself into the wall.
‘What did you cut my hair for?’ He demanded as a few wisps of separated hair floated slowly down, landing softly on Alberto’s ready hand.
‘We will deal with the potential danger, Alberto and I. Don’t take Alberto’s casualness as a sign that he is weak, or harmless. By now you should know that he is none of that.’
Thwack. As if to agree with Lydia’s statement, an arrow sprouted from the center of one of the targets in the target range. The firer of the missile turned and smiled crookedly, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll protect you until you’re strong enough.’
Maybe not now, but I will come here again. When I am strong enough. The words echoed in Cecy’s mind, in symphony with her memories. Warmth crept up slowly, warming her fingertips.
Alberto yelled in surprise as a blur of bronze flew past his head, skimming against his hair, and landed a few feet away from the arrow recently fired, impaling itself into the wall.
‘What did you cut my hair for?’ He demanded as a few wisps of separated hair floated slowly down, landing softly on Alberto’s ready hand.