Damien

Damien clutched the shovel tighter as the two guards stepped closer. The sky was far darker than it was when they walked into the house, much like his luck.

“Just give up now.” the water weaver smirked “save yourself the humiliation. At least, part of it.”

Damien didn’t say anything. He kept his gaze on the two guards as they made their way towards him. His mind racing and stray, random thoughts spiralled him down.

Where would the king take Mina?

There’s no water here, thank the spirits.

Why didn’t Robert have a better weapon in his back garden?

Oh heavens, Robert…