Fallen Angel

Sheira watched from behind, her heart in her throat. She wanted to help, but her body was still weak. All she could do was pray that Eamon would prevail.

Still trying to catch her breath, she tried to tell him something, “Eamon…he…he is…” But her voice was too weak for Eamon to hear.

Eamon's POV

We fought, attack after attack…

“Your skill was actually outstanding, Eamon, but why haven't you figured out my moves?”

My eyes widened as the man in black slowly pulled back his hood. The dim light of the chamber caught the strands of silver hair, now revealed in full. My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me. The same white silver hair, the familiar, powerful frame of a warrior.

Yuri.

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A few hours ago…

Sheira's POV

My memories blurred and sharpened as I sat, bound in chains. The cold metal bit into my wrists, and the air was heavy with the scent of damp stone and despair. I had been locked away for what felt like an eternity.