Vyan was numb, his eyes blankly staring at the pools of blood surrounding him. He had never seen this much blood before—or at least that's what he thought, until a scene from his past flashed before his eyes.
"Vee, you have to run," his father said, staring straight into Vyan's newly formed amber eyes, his hands gripping the little boy's shoulders with a desperate firmness.
"But Papa, Ash is still—" Vyan's voice trembled with fear and confusion.
Xandres pulled Vyan into his chest, tears streaming down his face. "Trust me, your brother will be fine as long as you are."
The five-year-old boy couldn't comprehend the weight of his father's anguish, nor did he understand the chaos unfolding around him. All he knew was that his favorite person in the world was in danger.
"But Ash—" he repeated, voice breaking.
