Kevin's POV

A year after the death of the rogues

I was anxious. I was nervous. I was afraid. My palms were all sweaty. I had never been so afraid, nervous and sweaty in my life, not even when I was facing death. I was always confident in battles, ready to strike and be struck at but at the moment, I wanted to pass out, afraid of watching the horrifying scene playing out in front of me and I also wanted to be tough and stay and watch what was going on. I would hate ...