The Sacred Oath

A pair of warm hands clasped around his.

Startled, Ezrahl sharply moved back. But that only made him bump his head against the tree. It was his own fault for being so lost in his head that he became unaware of his surroundings.

A moment later, Ezrahl blinked his eyes in realisation.

He was still frozen. No one had told him what to do if the luna suddenly grabs his hands. While he was uncertain, the little girl giggled in glee.

"Aw you're cute! Do you also like birdies? What is your name? Are you from Nesmeria? Everyone else introduced themselves to me, you're the only who said nothing, what is your clan?"

She leaned a little closer, "Is your head okay? You just hit yourself…"

The series of questions all poured down at once. His head wasn't hurting before, but now it surely was.

Ezrahl nervously glanced at where his father was sitting.