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The rain fell in sheets, soaking the cracked stone of the ruined city. Smoke curled from the remnants of buildings, the scent of ash and blood thick in the air. Grian stood in the center of it all, his wings drooping, feathers matted with soot and crimson. His sword, once gleaming, now lay discarded at his feet, its edge dulled by the lives it had taken.
He didn’t hear the footsteps until they were close—too close. He turned, instinctively reaching for his weapon, but a hand caught his wrist gently.
“Poor thing,” murmured a voice like velvet wrapped around steel. “The whole game is rigged against you.”
Philza stood before him, the shadows clinging to his cloak like loyal pets. His eyes, ancient and knowing, held no malice—only a strange, sorrowful understanding.
“They ask you to fight for them,” Philza continued, brushing a strand of bloodied hair from Grian’s face, “and then condemn you as a monster for having blood on your hands.”
Grian trembled, his knees threatening to buckle. “I didn’t want this,” he whispered. “I tried to protect them. The Watchers said I was a good hero”
“I know,” Philza said softly. “Hush now. It’s alright. You’re safe here. Dont worry we shall make sure the watchers regret this mistake”
He wiped the tears from Grian’s face with a tenderness that surprised even Grian but he felt a strange comfort in the villain statue, but then realized villains, and deflected the attack before he could even manage to get his power working, he felt something pressed to his mouth and nose. Something that’s starting to make him tired as he sat struggling to not fall asleep, looked up into the eyes of the villain held him so nicely I fell asleep the so called villain comforted me while I’m drifting off “ don’t worry” said angel “ we shall make sure you are safe and sound” as Grians eyes closed he failed to see the dangerous glint in the Villains eyes and he used his powers to make him fall asleep …….