Everly joined me a millisecond later, axe held in position and leaves and sticks stuck in her tousled blonde hair.Īll we could see were these black birds that I recognized immediately. Her screams grew louder, and soon I burst into the clearing where they seemed to come from, holding up my trident with a wild look in my eye. Branches roughly swung at my skin and I could feel painful bruises and grazes begin to litter my body, but I didn't care. "ELECTRA! ELECTRA, HELP ME! PLEASE!" She screamed, her voice full of pain and suffering. My little sister's screams were now all I could here, overpowering the rest of them's. "BREEZE!" I screeched, ignoring the hoarseness of my throat. The high-pitched wail that I knew all too well. Then a scream began resounding over the rest of them. Bolt, May, a girl who I could only presume was Everly's sister Diana, even my father - I had failed them all once. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I ran onwards, Everly doing the same. Screams echoed all around me, and they gradually turned even more fearful.
There as fear in his voice, and that fueled me onwards. Hearing his voice, I continued trampling through the branches and bushes. May was in the arena, she was still alive! I ignored all logic in my brain, gazing around frantically. "MAY, WHERE ARE YOU!" Everly was doing the same, and I could hear her footsteps just behind me. Hope rose in my heart as I chased her voice. Everly stared at me, and I stared right back before we both pounced into motion, tearing through the forest and yelling her name. "EVERLY! ELECTRA!" There it was again, and I furiously tried to think of who it could be coming from. "EVERLY! ELECTRA!" An all-too-familiar scream could be heard, and I stared around, bewildered. I followed her lead, silver blades carefully placed back into my vest and trident at the ready. Her eyes darted around as she quickly jumped down from the tree and raised her axe menacingly. until we heard the screams.įirst, a high-pitched feminine wail that made Everly's head shoot up. It was a normal day, if you could call any day in the arena normal. Everly was attempting to do the same to her axe, averting her eyes from the array of bloodstains on it, but the blade refused to refine itself and eventually she gave up and began to peel off bark from the tree trunk and branches in boredom. Using a rock to aimlessly sharpen the already pointy tips of my trident and my knives, I stared at the clouds, the strangely soothing sound of the rhythmic grating of stone against metal lulling me into a daze. DOUBLE UPDATE HYPE SORRY FOR THE SLIGHTLY SHORTER CHAPTERĪfter yesterday, Everly and I silently agreed on yet another rest day.
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