C119 Hundred And Nineteen

~NARRATOR'S POV~

The sun was setting, painting the road with a warm glow. Jaxon walked cautiously, glancing side to side as if now, his own people were a threat to him. He couldn't still come to terms with what had happened. His own father of his own blood and bones had attacked him and wanted to kill him - because he refused an order. He couldn't even believe it happened