Hey-Oh guys, here’s chapter 13! Yay, I did it!!! Okay, so anyway one more chapter after this, then I’m done with this fanfic…kinda makes me sad, but I have another fanfic I’m going to write so yay!!!

Okay, without further details, explanation, me rambling, and me being super boring while talking, I present ‘Drum roll please,’ …the chapter! …lol….here you go, enjoy!!

Peter felt torn. Part of him told him to stay, but the other part yelled at him to do something. He wanted to save Rexly, but his fear was so strong, it wouldn’t let him move. He knew he had to do something, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t make himself be brave.

Peter looked out over the now chaotic battlefield, and then he saw him. The Pac-Slayer. He was in the thick of the battle, bragging an injured leg, but still he fought. He fought with so much courage, taking down Daggler’s gourds like they were flies. Peter felt his stomach churn, though he was wounded, bleeding, and weak the Pac-Slayer still fought. He didn’t give up. He didn’t let his injury slow him down, he just kept going. And yet Peter wasn’t injured and he still didn’t fight. As he stood there, what the Pac-Slayer had said earlier rang in his ears.

‘The seed of the New World smolders. Healing is on the horizon, but a fire comes first. Bear the flame.’

Peter closed his eyes, then cried out and jumped to his feet.

“Zyn, you coward!”

Captain Zyn froze, his blade inches from Rexly’s chest…No not his sword Peter’s sword his pa’s sword. Peter felt anger building up inside of him, no one else should have ever laid a hand on his pa’s sword. Ever. Especially the on who was responsible for his death.

Captain Zyn smiled. “Well, well, well, what do have here? To be honest Peter, I had began to wonder if you cared about your little friend,” Captain Zyn laughed.

“That’s my pa's sword,” Peter said, his voice bitter.

Captain Zyn stopped laughing. “Oh, yes it ‘was' your pa's sword, but…” Zyn smiled wide. “He’s dead.”

Peter screamed out a curse and ran towards Zyn.

“Peter, no!” Rexly yelled.

But it was too late.

Peter gasped and looked up at Zyn, then down at the blade embedded in his middle.

“Now,” Zyn whispered. “you can join your parents!” Then Zyn withdrew the blade, Peter gasped and collapsed to the ground.

Zyn was standing over him smiling. Peter grimaced, then said in a weak voice. “Do what you want Zyn, kill me, kill Rexly, kill whoever you want, but know this,” Peter coughed, winced, then said.

“It will not be so in the Mended Wood.”

Zyn sneered, then got up and walked away. Rexly got up and looked at Zyn’s retreating form. Peter tried to stand, but pain shot through his middle, he sucked in a breath and fell back down. Rexly ran over to him and started talking, but Peter didn’t hear anything, he didn’t know what was going on. He felt someone pick him up and then that was all he remembered, before falling into darkness.

Tah-dah there’s that!! Woohoo!!! Lol…have a great day!

Jaidie/Dragon girl