Renlo ran as fast as he could. With his new limbs, he became nothing but a blur. He reached the mansion in under a few seconds.
As he entered his room, he jumped on his bed and buried his face into his pillow.
"Arrrrg!"
Renlo screamed, but only a muffled sound of it echoed. He rapidly slammed both fists on the bed, but it did little to calm his raging emotions.
Eventually, he stopped, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
"Why did I do that?"
He thought out loud, turned towards the ceiling, and simply stared.
Renlo took another deep breath, then glanced at his arm. 'It's shaking,' he noted.
"Am I… scared?"
He wasn't surprised.
In all his fifteen years of living, when had he ever not been scared? Renlo clenched his fist.
'I promised myself that I'll change…'
After the incident at Sylvastein, where he had narrowly survived, Renlo had made a vow that he would never be caught helpless anymore. He would never cower, regardless of the situation.
