Audentis Fortuna Iuvat

My sword cut through the belly of a dummy as disembowelled stuffing spilt out onto the moonlit sand of the training arena. I couldn't get it out of my head. How hunched his shoulders had been as he stumbled down the path away from our watching gaze.

A dagger whipped out from my sheath and buried itself in a blank eye-socket. He had looked back over his shoulder at me as I had been forced to stand there and watch him stumble on his new false-leg. His eyes had been filled with pain. They had begged me to forgive him, and I had refused with a shake of my head.

The sword in my hand cut through the dummy's neck and its head rolled to the floor. Hell, how could I forgive him for trying to kill me. For lying to me. For making me fall for him while blindsiding me the whole time.

I stuck another dagger in its heart, like maybe if I did then my own heart would hurt a little less. I sunk to the floor, disappointed when it wouldn't work.

Why did it hurt so much?

Why wouldn't it stop?

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