This is a nightmare...

The short sword was unsteady in my hand, fluttering over Waelon's face. He smiled every time I stabbed at him. A murderous glint nesting in his eyes, like he had a secret that held power over me. And with every lunge, he sidestepped, knocking over more random items in the overstuffed room.

Full force, I brought down the blade vertically cutting nothing but the wind. Waelon dodged it clumsily, much to my irritation, and his shoulders brushed into a tall ...