Chapter 3: The Trial
Her voice snapped him out. He looked at his bloody hands and noticed his sword was missing. He turned toward the voice—it was Elaine, his older sister.
She had long silver hair and bright amber eyes. Her skin was white. She wore a silver breastplate, with armor on her legs and arms.
His expression turned soft and gentle. He fell to his knee, tears pouring out of his eyes uncontrollably.
He tried to explain what happened, but no words would come out, like he had lost the ability to speak.
Elaine softened her gaze, put her sword back at her waist, and wrapped her arm around him. He didn’t have the energy to embrace her back. His arms were numb and in pain.
He let her hold him for a moment, before he slowly lost consciousness in her arms.
Then she turned to one of the guards.
"Take Luis to the doctor, and send one to Sylas’s room."
The soldiers carried Luis away, and Elaine lifted Sylas up, carrying him in her arms to his room. Once inside, she laid him down.
She sat next to his bed, watching him sleep until the doctor came into the room. He healed all the damage Sylas had endured and left.
Elaine started to pet his head, like she hadn’t seen him for years.