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As soon as Willis opened his eyes, the bright light caused him to recoil in pain. He felt a burning sensation to his eyes was he staring at the Sun? The young man kept his eyes shut to protect his vision. He gripped onto the covers and caressed the soft matress beneath, so he was on a bed huh? Willis attempted to move however when he lifted his arm, it sent shockwave of sharp painful spasms throughout his body causing him to cry out. Willis' voice came out hoarse and hollow, he can hear himself breathing. It sounded rugged and ragged as though someone shredded his Lungs and forced it back into his throat.
Trying to avoid more pain, Willis slowly reached towards arm attempting to feel something but all he felt was fresh scarring on his wrist. Horrified, Willis' heart started beat profusely. He tried to calm himself by leaning on to the soft pillow he was placed on. Where was he? And what happened? Racking his brains, Willis attempted remember the events that lead to him being bedridden. The last thing he remembered was the College being on fire and screaming everywhere. Willis remembered facing the man who caused so much chaos and destruction to the school, his old friend: Maho 'Jerik' Sparhawk.
Willis didn't want to do it, he didn't want to kill Maho. But to protect the friends he had, he drew his Cutlass along with the magical scrolls and threw everything he had against Maho. He pushed his former friend to the limit, but it wasn't enough and the last person he saw was his lover: Phillipa Ebonheart tending to him? Did Maho get her as well? Willis opened his eyes, blinking them frantically so he can quickly adjust to the light. Did they lose? Of course not Willis wouldn't be here if he didn't. So what happened?
"Philppa!" Willis eeked out her name. "Philippa! Are you okay?! Are safe?"
Trying to avoid more pain, Willis slowly reached towards arm attempting to feel something but all he felt was fresh scarring on his wrist. Horrified, Willis' heart started beat profusely. He tried to calm himself by leaning on to the soft pillow he was placed on. Where was he? And what happened? Racking his brains, Willis attempted remember the events that lead to him being bedridden. The last thing he remembered was the College being on fire and screaming everywhere. Willis remembered facing the man who caused so much chaos and destruction to the school, his old friend: Maho 'Jerik' Sparhawk.
Willis didn't want to do it, he didn't want to kill Maho. But to protect the friends he had, he drew his Cutlass along with the magical scrolls and threw everything he had against Maho. He pushed his former friend to the limit, but it wasn't enough and the last person he saw was his lover: Phillipa Ebonheart tending to him? Did Maho get her as well? Willis opened his eyes, blinking them frantically so he can quickly adjust to the light. Did they lose? Of course not Willis wouldn't be here if he didn't. So what happened?
"Philppa!" Willis eeked out her name. "Philippa! Are you okay?! Are safe?"