Tobyn: War of Spirits Chapter FourMartyn woke up later that day around 3 pm, his eyes gazing around the room and locking onto a tray of food, he slid over to it slowly finishing it off and watering his plants. He rested against the wall, Lyka’s final breath repeating in his mind once more.
Fight? Fight for what, for freedom? Or for torture? He wasn’t sure anymore, the one thing he was sure of though is that Toby was doing better than him and that made him smile. He wondered what the boy was doing; he hoped he wasn’t too upset; maybe he was mad at him? He wouldn’t blame Toby if he was, he couldn’t, what had Martyn done to stop the men from taking him in the first place? Nothing, absolutely nothing and maybe it was from fear, or maybe from cowardice, he no longer cared all he cared about was Toby, he wanted to make sure he was okay, he needed to.
His thoughts were forced to stop as the door opened again, Martyn’s stomach ached in worry, what if he had to fig