Why am I partaking in his lunacy happened to be the biggest question I wanted to ask myself.
Sure he was the Second Seat and me, the Eighth...but it's not like he could force me to work for him.
Even when I asked myself these questions, I dodged the imbalanced, amateurish movements and the overdramatic battle cries of the guards. Seriously though, these battle cries never made any sense. It was more like the howls of a dog which stopped the moment you mimicked some threat towards them.
I sighed, draping the red hairlocks over my ears and wiped away the uninvited sweat sticking to my skin. Ugh, he made me wear these red robes right in the middle of the summer.
I wanted to question my life choices just so that I could overcome my boredom as I held in the urge to yawn in the so called battlefield. But I paused, lips twitching as his face surfaced the front of my mind.
The real first decision of my life. Him.
