Warring II

"Stay here, Jeremy. Don’t move."

Jeremy's attention was instantly snapped away from his insane thoughts to Enoch who he noticed, with a confused frown on his face, was now away from him, like a hand’s length. He opened his mouth to ask why, to know why the ancient had left him, to understand if the ancient wanted his death—because how would he stay here and not be killed by the undead—when suddenly he felt the shield, or rather the cage that surrounded him, that kept him in a cocoon.

But Enoch was outside, and the other ancients were already moving into position, thinking that their Prince was with him.

Jeremy shook his head, and hit the cage, wanting to be let out. He wouldn't allow the blood of an ancient, a Prince at that, to be on his head. He stopped however, when he saw the Prince laughing. Did he say something funny? Or did he look comical hitting the cage?

"Why are you laughing?" Even his voice sounded muted to him. It seemed that the cage around him was keeping sounds fr