Chapter 32. The Boy Is a Man

Third-Person POV

As soon as the sword pierced through his heart, Sam felt a release and she was able to move. She immediately let go of the sword. The boy was bleeding from the wound.

"What the hell!?" Sam screamed.

The chief was still staring at the sword. A second later, he nodded.

"Yup, it's there, alright... it's been so long I couldn't recognize the sword they stabbed you with."

"What?" Sam hissed. "Are you crazy? He's dying!"

The chief barked a short laugh. "Ha! Far from it." He waved his hand, and two chairs and a small quaint table materialized. The table was adorned with a flower-patterned tablecloth, and on it sat a small yellow teapot with two matching teacups. The chief sat down and motioned for her to take a seat.

She stared at him as if he was mad. Catching her look, the chief scoffed, "Oh, please, it won't kill him... but it will hurt a lot."