HIS DEATH WILL BE ON YOU

"I am going to die," Dawn said. She laid down on the cold ground, ignoring how the coldness seeped through her dress. She was dead tired.

They had been training for three hours and true to his word, Zenith woke her up when the sky was still so dark, she thought it was still night, as it turned out the sun would come late in winter.

Right now, the sky had turned brighter, but even when she basked herself in the sunlight, she couldn't feel any warmth, it was not like this in the east. The weather was depressing here.

Zenith shifted back and walked toward Dawn, his shadow blocked her from the sunlight. "No. You can have a ten minute break, then we will continue."

"No…" Dawn wailed. "I am not going anywhere! I will not move an inch!" She threw a tantrum. Her body ached so bad. Her wrists felt like they were broken because of the harsh training.