C17 i'll be gentle

Zayn Dawson

I had no idea why or how I had passed out but I woke up with a sharp pang in the back of my head. Most likely someone had clubbed me. A sucker punch. I was sure of one thing. It wasn’t the lunatic. My money was on the old crazy priest. Rafiki. It was him. The next time I saw him, I’d even the score. I just hope he didn’t die from what was to come