Hurt

Clara swung a shadow scythe that she had created herself. It was a weapon that she had converted herself and thus used in a fight.

She had only just destroyed the spikes that flew at her when she heard someone shout her name.

She looked toward the voice and for a moment felt her heart drop. "Damien…" she whispered, confused and melancholic at the sight of him.

She didn't know how to feel about him. She had seen him in the competition, coming to save the one kid, and had thought to herself that she wouldn't interact with him ever, so she had nothing to worry about.

However, she hadn't expected to meet him directly, what more in such a situation. She didn't know what to do. What to say?

She had loved this man once, secretly, as he had loved her, but that was a long time ago. The love had ended when her family died at the hands of his. Her love for him had turned to hatred that day and then slowly died down to nothing as her hatred vanished.