Haunted Wood Kill what you want to Take what's left and eat it

I am SO sorry for the late reply omg. ToT

Clay watched as Vengenace stood, staring him down amidst a silence that did nothing but continue to light his nerves on fire, sending trembles across his body at a faster rate that was even hard for the boy himself to deny. His mouth felt dry, too dry— his tongue rough and limp like a piece of waded cotton that had been stuffed into his jaws to silence him.

"It's about time you forget what fear is,"

He could not move, could not talk. The leaders words were like lead on his body, a cold splash of water that drenched his bones and anchored him to the ground below. Was he going to attack? Going to hurt him? Clay couldn't understand what else the man was saying. The only thing passing through his ears was a thick sheet of static, suffocating him and killing all senses.

That was, until he heard the voice of Valour. It pulled him away, and in a turn that nearly gave him wiplash the boy spun around to see his friend. "Valour," he whispered. Clay did not understand what his friend was saying as well. 'Used to?' Did someone hurt Valour in the past. The older seemed to strong to him that the thought of being in need was comprehensible.

He searched Valours face at the command, but eventually gulped and stood tall. His chest puffed out and head pulled up to reveal the slender column of his neck. His face still was contorted in uncertainty but he turned to Vengeance to answer his question. "I...uh," He didn't want to give an answer. He knew Vengeance was going to use it against him, whatever it was. Truth be told, Clay was afraid of a lot. He always was. But the one thing he wasn't afraid of was his friend.

Of the boy standing next to him.