"Target on my back lone survival."
"My luck is still as shitty as I remember…"
Damon cursed as he ran — or rather teleported.
His luck was really horrible. These assassins didn't even know how to do their job. What type of assassins attacked at first light?
It was like they were trying to tell the whole world:
"Look, look at us, we're assassins."
Which was annoying since Damon was not running in the direction of the academy, and he had left the capital. He couldn't go back there.
Worst was the riders on Griffins flying over him and loosing arrows at him.
Damon was getting increasingly pissed with Sylvia's family. If he had a chance to say something… well, it would be something extremely rude.
The sun cast away shadows as he ran, and suddenly he found himself on a meadow off the Golden Roads.
Far from the crowd — except this was supposed to be a meadow, but it was without any grass or shadows.
