Chapter 47

Ambrose got furious. He stood, motivated to hunt the little traitor.

But Leo let out, “Let him go. We have hurt him enough. He will need time to get over it.”

Tristan wept. Leo watched his younger friend. He knew this was like separating his wife from himself. But Tristan had to become strong.

“Dry those tears, knight. You are not a woman. You are a fighter, a knight. Now you will be our second in command. It is time for your initiation.”

Above them, pink lemonade clouds wrap the sky as if Earth were a child's party gift. Passed leaf, upon the moss, softened rock, come the sun rays that were promised us by the starlit sky. Yet, Tristan didn't feel pleased about it. He felt the opposite.

Hours later, Leo had his eyes blindfolded with soft animal skin leather. He was led to another region not far from where he and Tomas had been. He stood in the warm breeze of sunset, but a coolness crept through his bones as he heard the appearance of about two or three other m