Amber Dusk | OLD Version

☼ Chapter XVI ☼

picture; Aven Vierseut

song; "Bury A Friend" by Billie Eilish

author's note;  I was able to write this chapter fairly quickly because majority of it was already written. Just had to edit and add some things. A very important event happens in this chapter, and we get some more information.

Tell me what you guys think so far. How do you feel about the end? What did you think of the death at the farsa? And the reveal with Cetilayn?

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We caught eyes for what seemed like the millionth time. I was getting my ass handed to me because I couldn't focus on what I was doing. Several slashes oozed red over my body thanks to the nonexistent mercy my opponent had.

She drove her sword into my side, a malicious smile teasing her lips. "Aww, did I knock you off your throne, princess?"

"No," I sneered through gritted teeth, the coppery smell of blood urging through my senses. "If I were having a good day, you would've been on the ground within a matter of seconds." I spat at her before using the blade of my sword to help me to rise to my feet. "You could never be a better fighter than me."

She let out an angry, rumbling noise that came from deep in her chest and came at me again, though I easily deflected her first blow this time.

I didn't hesitate to slice the sword across her stomach when I broke away from blocking her original attack. When I came up, I twisted on my heel to get away from another attack with her blade and brought the edge across her cheek. It created a small cut on her deep brown skin that immediately started to bleed.

She stumbled away touching her face with a grimace, but I didn't stop. I wrapped my ankle around hers and yanked, causing her to go tumbling down to the floor.

I smirked as I stood above her with my sword pressed harshly enough against the hollow in her throat to draw blood.

"You think you're so high and mighty, don't you? All you Royals are the same." She snarled up at me, but she didn't dare move to get away from the tip of my sword.

"I don't think I'm high and mighty because I'm a Royal." After a moment, I drew the blade away from her neck and held my hand out to her.

"I think I'm high and mighty because I'm strong." She continued to glare at me but took my hand so I could help her to her feet. "My skill gives me confidence, not my blood. Besides, you're definitely not the best fighter in our class."

"I'm decent." Her scowl intensified as she defended her combative talent, and I raised my brows and licked my lips to keep the shit-eating grin at bay.

"You're good." She admitted after we returned to our original fighting positions, though the scowl on her face remained. "Why are you so bad today?"

"Well," I drawled and lunged at her, catching the tip of the sword with her arm. "I'm distracted." My eyes jerked back to where the redhead from the club was fighting against her partner and I barely side-stepped another attack.

"By her? You're a lesbian too?" She managed to slice across my chest just below my collar bone and I staggered back, holding the new and stinging wound.

More like my sister murdered her sister. I remembered how Cetilayn had thought about the redhead crying over the black-haired girl. She had said they were sisters. And the club we were at was called a farsa, which translates to "fake".

I had no idea what a "fake" club was, but I know I definitely would be staying far the fuck away from them all from now on.

"Lesbian?" I shook my head. "I didn't know..." I swung my sword low toward her calf and missed by a centimeter. Regaining my stance I sliced at her arm and cut the fabric of her sweater, but barely scratched her skin.