The Spell (Sak and vampire)

"Desperate men do desperate things," I said.

"Thats true." I sighed.

"I don't even know why we bother with a war anymore," I said.

I shrugged. "Because deamons like holding grudges."

"I can see. I doubt most people remember why they're fighting," I said.

I shook my head.

"Do you?" I asked

I shrugged.

I sighed, "he might say the same."

I nodded.

I leaned back against the wall.

I stood there watching.

I watched quietly.

I watched when really the two of us in my head were figthing over that last memmory.

I closed my eyes quietly.

I looked around. The dinner bell had rang.

I sighed as I began walking away.

I headed that way. But after eatting something small i just headed to go train.

I sat and ate quietly by myself.

I quietly trianed with my blades.

When I finished I went back to check the potion.

I kept fighting the fake but real dummy.

The color hadn't changed so I went to check on her.

I still was doing my thing listening to music.

I watched her quietly. "Your stance is off," I said after a moment.