(Allan's POV)

Faran began walking out of the vegetation.

He was aware just like me that the spot we had chosen to fight would limit our fighting skills and ability. The short trees and little space will not be easy to overcome while maneuvering when fierce fighting erupts between us.

He left the vegetation and lured me to the open, overlooking the spring. It was his favorite place to go when he was a little boy. Unlike me, my famous Allan-Spring is an ideal place where I go.

"I have been waiting for this day all my life!" began Faran. "I have never liked you, Allan. I only let you...