Running Out of Time

Time was running out for the boy. It was coming down to the last few hours before the boy was beyond saving. Felchio called it early. He stood up silently dagger in hand and a tired but determined look on his face. He slowly walked to the room with the boy. 

Nyssa saw what he was doing and ran to get in his way again. "Not yet, the day's not over!"

He shoved her to the side this time with the force of a king. "There has been no sign of your friend coming back. No one has reported him arriving. Your friend is dead."

He raised his dagger in the air to strike the boy. "I should have done this from the start. I knew your group was not going to be enough to save us."

As he went to swing down and end this boy's life Meldrid shoved herself in the way. The blade stopped just moments from piercing her eye. 

"Get out of the way Mildred" He commanded.