*Ba-Dum* *Ba-Dum* *Ba-Dum*
Davon's heart had never raced like it was racing now. It was like the high-end engine he used to have had turned into an ancient model struggling to power him through the life-threatening ordeal going on.
Sweat pooled on his forehead as he paused for a split second to look around, his hair being short becoming the only reason he was spared from an inconvenience that could have cost him his life, and his pounding heart being the only clear sound in his ear.
He was born just a few years before the new era, and changes had already started happening before his awareness could truly form. He didn't get to watch movies reproducing the middle ages' war, but what he was seeing could only be worse.
