Cira stood up, her clothes torn to shreds and stained with blood. Abril had been so blinded by hatred that it wasn't until that moment she realized her hands were covered in blood, just like the golden daggers lying on the ground. Part of Cira's face was raw flesh from the burns Abril had inflicted on her. Cira began to approach; Abril stepped back in fear, but not of Cira—of herself and what she was capable of doing.
"STAY AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed.
Cira ignored her warning and continued advancing. Abril's back hit the cave wall; she had nowhere else to go.
Abril began to hyperventilate. The hatred and anger were still there, but she was aware of what would happen if she didn't stop. She would be consumed by hatred and never leave that cave. But she didn't know how to defea
