The Fate of a Princess
"That young dog is not as foolish as we thought. He fired one bullet for two purposes," Zack muttered in frustration.
Zack's room was filled with tension as he systematically placed an assortment of makeshift weapons into his suitcase.
He couldn't shake the overwhelming regret that gnawed at his conscience. The regret stemmed from a recent confrontation, one he was not fully prepared for.
In his clash with Arion and the others, Zack had found himself lacking the tools to defend himself adequately.
It was an eye-opening experience that had left him feeling vulnerable and exposed. As he packed his bag with these improvised weapons, it was a bittersweet reminder of what might have been.
If only he had possessed these items during the confrontation, the outcome might have been different.
"Maybe I've grown too accustomed to a life of peace, and that made me careless," Zack muttered to himself as he loaded his belongings into the car.