By the time I made it back to camp, Drake was bandaged laying on one of the blankets asleep. His fist would clench, and he would let out short screams every now and again.
I hand violet the bucket. She takes it, setting it down next to her feet.
"Thanks." she mumbled in a sarcastic tone.
"You're welcome." I responded.
She glares at me well handing me a cup, and then motions me to give it to drake.
I stand above Drake's sweat soaked body.
"Drake you up?" I ask.
He didn't respond, he didn't even react.
"Don't be mad at me. Wasn't it you who said you should never stake your life on skills alone?" I ask.
"Can you just shut up, I'm trying to sleep" Drake responded.
"Dude, trust me I know how it feels to be cut, so I wouldn't bug you if violet didn't ask me to give you this."
He turns over. His eyes are bloodshot, just looking at them shows the pain he's going through. Drake weakly grabs the cup out of my hand, slowly sipping it. After he was done. He turns back over not saying a word.
"So, where did grampes go?" I ask violet.
"He said he had some business to attend to. Aka he's taking a dump." she responded with a non changing face.
"Have you killed before?" I ask.
She gave me a Confused face and asked.
"No, where is this coming from?"
"It's nothing, just some recent events brought up memories that I wanted to forget."
She turned to face me with a curious expression on her face.
"I'm all ears." she said.
"Ten years ago when I was just 13, my fame was growing and an underground arena offered me a seat in their next tournament. I Accepted it, thinking that it was the perfect opportunity to test my skills. I didn't know what I got myself into, you see this group would kidnap young boys and teach them the basics for the tournament. They would say if kids win they will get let free. Of course I didn't know that at the time. The fights were supposed to be first blood, and it went like that until the finals. The boy in front of me had to be only 12, he was extremely talented with the sword. I was fighting all day, and I was beginning to get exhausted. And, and the sword slipped for a brief moment cutting the boy's throat. The way he gasped for air,The way his eyes searched the stadium as if asking anyone just anyone to help. But all they did was Laugh and cheer. That scene was burned into my eyes, and after that day I made a vow to myself that I would never lose in a duel with a sword in that boy's honor, and I would become strong enough that I would never make the same mistake again."
Now that I'm thinking about it, although the vow has somewhat faded from my mind it could be why I was unwilling to let myself lose to Rose.
Violet looked at me like she was looking at a lost puppy, and said.
"Sounds tough."
"That's it? I tell you my back story and all you have to say is sounds tough." I scream.
All she did was shrug and start eating the beans she was cooking on the fire.