The girl wrapped in blood-soaked bandages and the boy with turquoise scales stood frozen in time, facing each other. The bitter wind, carrying the sweet scent of summer mixed with the metallic tang of blood, gently rustled the wild grass as if trying to snap them out of their trance.
The boy’s figure was reflected in the girl’s eyes, which were a clearer green than the lush foliage around them. His black hair was wild and unkempt, falling to his neck, with bangs nearly obscuring his glowing, blood-red eyes. Streaks of blood and flesh stained his mouth, and beneath him lay the soldier, his throat torn open by a fatal bite.
