“Are you ready?” Amelia demanded, looking at Nikolas who was dressed in shiny armor, a sword by his side.

“As ready as ever” He muttered, staring at himself in the mirror and She sighed, she held his shoulders, resting her head.

He turned, enclosing her in a hug and patting her hair, she couldn’t control the tears that came to her eyes.

Her heart was heavy, she wished he would forget about the school conquest, it was far too dangerous and she couldn’t count the number of lives lost.

“Do you have to go?” She sobbed, her wet eyes shining and he hugged her again.

“Something is bound to kill...