FREYA

Ignoring the flushed I was becoming with each passing second, I leaned closer to the cannon. Kale seemed to be throwing left overs from the kitchen into. A couple of feet away from the warriors who were focused on practice and I felt sorry for them. They knew we were standing just behind them but had no idea what their Gamma was planning for them, the fact that they still trusted him. I meant who trusts a prankster? Not me. But I have never been a subject of the prank until he pranked ...