The Crown of Kronos: Chapter 36

Palmira's POV
Paulo had gone to chase after the winged girl, who was Nike's daughter. The battle was still raging on, and I yawned, a little bored and stretched.

My brother didn't come.

I frowned for a minute, then two. Then my expression turned to worry. I cast a look at the hellhounds, a look that clearly meant: ''Kill them, or the consequences are great. ''I shadow-traveled to my brother's location.

He was there, bloody and steaming. He was barely moving and his breaths were short and wheezy. I gasped.

"Brother!" I screamed and flung myself beside him. I laid a hand on his burn and tried to channel my power to him. ''Heal. ''

Paulo had a smirk on his lips and he clutched his sword tightly. "Hey, sis..." He whispered.

I didn't speak. Instead, I sent a mental message to my mistress.'' "My lady, heal my brother." ''

"And why should I?" The cold, silky voice of my mistress rang in my mind

"He is the greatest of your warriors. He is your son....isn't he? You claimed him as your son." I spoke.

"I cannot do a thing such as saving a life. I had saved many lives, didn't I? Then no one paid me back." Her voice spoke again.

"He will pay you back. My brother will fight for your honor and claim your victory."

"Your heart is soft, Palmira." My mistress growled. "Oh, very well then. But you must show none of that weak good heart of yours and prove yourself worthy to be claimed my daughter."

NOT DONE...POOF.