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Devarion

I was walking around the palace grounds. I had so much on my mind and needed some time to think it all through. I heard footsteps coming towards my general direction and looked up. I sighed when I saw my father with Raven. I approached them.

“Raven. What did you do this time?”

“Luca started it!” She protested, as the king finally let go of her arm.

“I found her fighting with Luca and Damien.” The king replied, giving me a look that clearly said, control your friend. 

I nodded once at my father and the king walked off. I turned to Raven, who was rubbing her shoulder.

“What happened.” I said simply.

“Luca was being his jerky self.” Raven responded. “He… said some things to me and I snapped.”

I shook my head. “Raven, you have to learn how to control that temper of yours.”

She mumbled something under her breath that I couldn’t make out.

“Come on.” I said, my voice a bit more gentle. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

She nodded and followed me into the castle.

I helped her pop her shoulder back into place and clean up some of her wounds. I avoided her eyes as I did so. Raven had this uncanny talent of knowing when something was wrong with me and I didn’t want her asking questions. I wasn’t ready to give her answers yet.

“Devarion.” I heard her say. “You’re avoiding me.”

I sighed and finally looked at her. 

“What’s wrong?” Raven asked, searching my eyes. 

I shook my head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“You wouldn’t be avoiding me if it was nothing.”

I clenched my fists. “Just leave me alone.” I growled, standing up and turning away from her. “I…I’ll talk to you when I’m ready, okay?”

“Okay.” I heard her say, and then I heard footsteps and the door close behind me.

I closed my eyes. I hated to have to treat her like that, but it was the only way.

I  clenched my fists and took a deep breath before leaving my room. I needed a better place to think.

The End

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