Omega (Book 1)
Francis said with a small frown on his face.
“I mentioned it. You must have forgotten,” Ericson replied in a dismissing tone as there was no reason to be discussing what they were gradually heading to.
They both stopped talking and the world around them froze but for their hearts which began to race when they saw Sarah lift up a sword above Harold.
The sword which was long and without doubt, sharp, glowed and glistened with the light that bath it. The sword was made of silver.
The other students were in a pile of each other, everyone of them in one way or the other, unable to help Harold and even themselves.