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23, 𝔄 ℜ𝔢𝔡 ℜ𝔬𝔬𝔪

Blood was everywhere. Blood was staining the floors and the celling. I almost lose the muffin in me. I had seen a lot of blood, but I didn't exactly know how much blood a fey had in his body. Glad I got the answer from a reliable source; I had wondered about that. 

I lower the shield. It feels like the universe just slammed into me. I've seen Atlas carrying the sky and preferably, I don't want to come close to it. However, this was a pretty heavy feeling. I almost fall to the ground if Ash and Meghan didn't catch me. That... that was more exhausting than I thought. Robin Goodfellow is very powerful, but that shield took a lot out of me. My breathe feels like it had been run over by a train. My neck burned.

"Puck, you okay?" Ash asks.

"Yeah, just a little shaken." I cough.

"I've never seen you like this." Ash says.

"What? Incredibly handsome and falling for you?" I joke.

Ash nearly drops me.

"Weak." Ash says.

I glare at him. A memory flashes in my mind. I remember hearing her laughs at me. Taunting me. Everyone taunting me. I was nothing but a weak monster in their eyes. Laughs suddenly enter my mind of all those who looked down upon me. I feel the old me rising. I grab him and throw him to the side of the walls. I feel the blood of the previous iron fey splatter on my face.

"Listen you piece of crap ice boy, I'm not weak. I never was weak. Would you like me to prove it to you?" I take out my dagger.

"Puck... this isn't you." Ash says.

"Very funny ice boy, tell me, what right do you have to tell me what to do? I was here on this earth longer than you." I spit in his face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Puck stop!" Nyx grabs her sword.

I look at her and realize what I was doing. Puck! Cool it. I drop Ash. I let out a breath.

"No hard feelings?" I cross my arms.

"Yeah... that was completely my fault." I help Ash up.

"What do we do know?" Meghan asks.

"I'm going to have lunch with my mom." I say turning.

"Should we...?" Meghan starts.

"No! Believe me, you all don't have the slightest chance against the Mother of all Chaos. It runs in the family." I say.


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