Chapter 1
Arsham slowly blinked.
Everything was blurry.
A faint ringing echoed in his ears.
He pressed a hand against his forehead.
It felt like his skull had been split open.
"Damn it..."
He opened his eyes again.
The ground was soaked.
The smell of smoke and dirt still lingered in the air.
Using one hand for support, he slowly sat up.
His gaze swept across the area.
Bones...
Bones were everywhere.
Shreds of clothing lay scattered across the ground.
White robes...
Animal hides...
The robes of the White Followers.
But no one was wearing them anymore.
All that remained were torn pieces abandoned across the battlefield.
His breathing grew heavier.
"...What happened?"
He slowly turned his head.
A few steps away...
White hair.
Familiar.
"Dad...?"
His eyes narrowed.
No...
What's he doing here?
Then...
Where's Raven?
He struggled to his feet.
His legs trembled beneath him.
He took a few shaky steps forward...
And slowly lifted his gaze.
...
His eyes widened.
Time stopped.
He couldn't breathe.
Couldn't blink.
Couldn't even think.
He wanted to call his name.
He wanted to scream.
He wanted to ask—
"Raven...?"
But his throat locked shut.
No sound came out.
Only his lips moved silently...
As his entire body began to tremble.
![Fated to My Ex- Best Friend [Moving to Galatea]](https://cdn-gcs.inkitt.com/vertical_storycovers/ipad_49edb1dbf9a28b50b9c4d68d8598359b.jpg?width=1920&quality=75)
