Fate is not just red...

It's my fault...

Zen POV

As the others fought, me and Mitsuhedei protected (Y/N). Every now and then she would open her eyes and try to sit up but Mitsuhedei pulled her back to rest on him. I hate bloodshed. I hate it. Yet, it's my fault she's in this mess.

I shouted at her and made her feel so horrible that she came out here. Why? Who are these people? When are they going to tell me what the incident is? Why are there so many secrets?

(Y/N) suddenly gasped. We both looked at her. She stared towards something with wide eyes. Before we knew it, she had grabbed Mitsuhedei's spare sword from his belt and jumped into the air.

"(Y/N)!" shouted Mitsuhedei.

As if in slow motion, I watched her. Her hair fluttered behind her and her eyes seemed wilder than ever. She looked into the eyes of another figure. A man. A masked man.

"Father." she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear.

No... no... she's...