Help Me, Help Her

Zicheng helped them get on the horse and sent them on their way. Picking up the arrow that had been shot, Zicheng wound his hand backward and used every bit of strength he could muster to throw the arrow. 

The arrow shot through the air and hit its target. The archer dropped dead onto the ground from his hiding spot. 

The forest was dense in these parts. Zicheng looked in every direction. He was sure that enemies were lurking between them. 

He regulated his breathing to calm his palpitating heart. 

An image of Athena flashed through his mind. How he wished he could see her again. There might not be another chance. 

"I'm sorry, princess. I did my best," He muttered under his breath as he tightened the grip on his sword. 

An enemy lunged towards him. He swiftly dodged it, only to be punched in the stomach by another. Zicheng didn't loosen the grip on his sword.