Rhydor's POV
I stood at the edge of the rushing water, my jaw clenched tightly as I stared down at the small girl.
She had actually just talked back to me. Nobody ever talked back to me.
Even the older children in the village and the younger warriors in training flinched whenever I raised my voice.
They instinctively lowered their eyes, bowed their heads, and stepped out of my path whenever I walked past.
Yet this little girl, dirty from head to toe, her face smeared with thick mud around her cheeks and her messy black hair full of stray leaves, had the nerve to stand right in front of me and laugh.
Her black hair fell loosely around her small shoulders, devoid of any lighter strands, making the dark smudges on her forehead stand out even more.
"Do you even know who I am?" I asked, my voice turning cold enough to freeze the water at our feet.
"Do you realize I could have your whole family wiped out with just a single snap of my fingers?"
