Chapter 21: Fallen’s Heirloom

Alwen Cris

We began on challenging each other of who can kill those fallen rogues faster to which of course, I won with no worries or doubt about it and it was fun doing it with him again.

"Fine you win and I am getting rusty after your grandmother cursed me." He panted which I have never seen in him before. He was indeed tired over it.

"Do you know how to lift it?" I asked if he ever had a clue on dealing with it.

"By finding a second chance mate but I gave up on that. Your grandmother was the only one who sees me better than I could see myself. I just only hope my fallen friend finds his before I decay." He nodded before looking around at the dead fallen rogues that we killed within a second since we're in the frozen time.

"D, you're not saying that because you're…" I didn't want to finish my words but he did and I could sense that he was ready for it.