Trigger Warning: Fictional Violence and Loss

Tzel shot across the room to the Commander who beheld a red headed boy in his hands. The darkness could not make it quick enough, drawing a scream from me as that poor human’s neck cracked. The purist Commander threw the broken child’s body down and lunged for the Tzel.

I darted across the room, dodging arrows and slid onto humming legs. I heard his neck crack from across the room but I still had to know. 

I was supposed to save him. 

We were supposed to save him.

The Tzel ripped apart the hulking commander worse than he did Apollo, sending a shower of oily blood over me and landing onto the lifeless face of the red headed boy. 

I was too late. Too careless.