The Storm

Only a small sigh escaped his lips and takes but a step forward and ends up behind her. The blade fully drawn as a cut would appear along her cheek, side and arm. Blue eyes stare back at her “Last chance.” He said in solemn tone. 

She winced, stepping back quickly as she noticed the blood trailing down her face, and the rest staining her clothes…he was this heartless…well, no other choice.

He tilts his head to the side, a look of confusion on his face as she utters those words. “Father.” He says to himself “I didn’t come here for you. I came here for what you have.” He takes a step forward “You have something that belongs to me.” The man clad in blue stood before her, imposing, threatening, like wind, he could strike at any moment. 

After all this time he’s come for something she’s got, typical…of course he couldn’t be satisfied for a moment. Although, the way he said those words brought a small amount of a twitch to Narri’s eye.