"Hm, this brings back the past," Silas murmured as he crossed his arms, studying the mural in front of him.
"Indeed! I'm proud of my art," Adrian said, puffing out his chest just a little. "And obviously Lucien will love this."
Looking at it made him remember their time in Ouroboros, the darkest time of their life but in the end, it was all worth the pain because they were finally able to meet Lucien again.
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"Ah, it hurts!"
Adrian flinched as a dagger sliced across his arm. The pain came sharp and hot, blood dripping down his elbow and mixing with the sudden rainfall that soaked the training field.
His breath hitched, eyes stinging because of the splatter of mud.
THUMP.
The older boy attacking him did not stop there. Marcus slammed a kick into his stomach and Adrian collapsed onto the wet ground, mud splattering his clothes as he curled in on instinct.
His ribs throbbed, and the cold dirt clung to his skin.
SMASH.
