Lance lightning 3

As my vision focused, I was barely able to make out the shape of a woman, her features shadowed by the sunlight directly cast to her face. “Sir! I’m begging you. Please, we need you washed and prepped for Commander Virion’s speech!”

The handmaid shook my arm gently as I turned away from her, still half asleep.

“Move out of the way. I’ll wake him up,” a familiar voice grunted as a loud crackle resounded from his direction.

I immediately sprung to my feet, catching the projectile of lightning in my hand.

“Bairon. A displeasure to see you again,” I said sharply, still in a foul mood from my argument with Tessia yesterday.

“I see you’ve learned some new tricks,” Bairon responded with his hand still outstretched.

It had been over two years since I had last seen the blonde lance. He hadn’t changed much, except he had cut his hair short and the scowl on his face was even harsher.

“Don’t you know it’s dishonorable to attack someone behind their back?” I asked, hopping off my bed.

“Well, we’re in times of war,” he shrugged before turning around and heading out the door. “Now get changed. The rest of the lances are already by the teleportation gate.”

I watched as Bairon, whose brother I had killed, walked out of my room