Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Adventure

I drew Hothocrytic and stormed outside again.

I walked to Pitcher's den, my armour clanking together. I saw that his face was lit blue and he didn't look right. I backed away, tears in my eyes, Pitcher stared at me sadly, I ran out the fen and back to school. Hothocrytic fading in my hand. The next month passed slowly, Pitcher seemed to be getting better.

Me and Jake were training, we were against each other.

He lunged to swipe at me, I swept to the side and kicked him in the chest. He fell back, winded. I shoved him onto the floor and held my sword at his throat, he held his hand's up in surrender. I grinned and helped him back up, punching him on the shoulder.