Vicious teeth was all Plyke could see. He was frozen in his place, but only for a millisecond and drew his sword. He charged at the first row, repeating the oath in his head.” My place beside you, my blood for yours, ‘till the Green Ember rises or the end of the world.” It felt like the end was drawing near. Then he remembered his family and his friends and... no, he had to focus on the battle not certain people. He had to protect them and, and Her. If she died he would never ever forgive himself.” Stop!” he yelled at himself. He kept on fighting. He was chopping through wolves. It was only a swarm of wild wolves and hadn’t killed anybody. There was only a few left when he heard a cry from his right. It was Timothy. He was badly wounded and was pinned by a wolf. He rushed over and slashed the wolf and the wolf jumped off of Timothy and leaped right at Plyke. Plyke sidestepped and drove his blade through the wolf.” Thanks, Plyke.”, Timothy said rushing over to help Plyke with the next wolf. Timothy jumped in front of Plyke right when Plyke was about to drive his sword through the wolf. He stopped himself right on time before Plyke’s blade went through Timothy. He saw his master over to the left take down the last of the wolves. Done. That was his first battle. Well, there goes that. Sorry that the chapter was so short. It’s really late where I live and my mind like,” I’m supposed to be sleeping arghh.” So I’m going to 🛏.