Aug 8, 2014
He was going to die for a second time. True, he was going to come back to life exactly like he did last time but Titus feared death. The magi was experiencing many emotions; fear, anger at himself and sadness. What he had witnessed was awful and what was going to come to him was even worse. To top it off, his best friend had fallen into depravity. Something no one would ever expect.
Now that the event was finally over he headed to his own room, sulking. His team was going to be executed soon- and the only thing Titus could do was cry. Sitting on his bed, the boy balled his hands into fists, attempting to take deep breaths and calm down but it simply was not working.
