⤿ ❐ AS CHIEF SECRETARY of the eleven fatui harbingers, your work was already complicated enough ─ their obsession with you made it even more so.
this guide brings together all the rules you have established to ensure your survival ; follow them to t...
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RULE NUMBER 8 : DON'T TRY TO ESCAPE FROM THEM.
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The icy breeze of Snezhnaya caressed your face like thousands of little eels burrowing into your skin Wrapped up in a thick coat and your gloved fingers squeezed together to preserve some warmth, you silently admired the landscape ; white and pristine, so pure and beautiful — fallacious when one knew that this same place had caused the death of many.
But something disturbed this serene atmosphere : the presence of fatui officers behind you was suffocating, their eyes digging holes in your back. You were constantly watched to avoid any escape attempt on your part.
Ah, escape. A bitter-tasting word that brought back old, painful memories.
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Running, running, running. Your hands and feet were completely numb, your gloves and boots offering no protection from Schenazya's cold ; your chest ached, the freezing air burned your lungs — everything was cold, everything hurt, but you kept on running, for stopping meant be caught.
Running, running, running. The icy wind whipped your face and it was painful to keep your eyes open, but each step took you further from this cursed place and brought you closer to freedom.
To be free, you could bear this pain just a little longer, even though it was getting harder and harder to move on ; even walking was painful now.
Your hand squeezed the shimmering anemo vision hanging around your neck. How cruel the divine were ; watching you every moment and yet they never answered any of your prayers.
One foot after another. One foot after another. One foot after another.
Your head was spinning and everything was getting blurry.
One foot after another. One foot after another. One foot —
Your legs gave out and you collapsed in the snow. Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes before freezing on your cheeks. How foolish of you to think that you would manage to run away from them ; one cannot escape the fatui alive, after all. Perhaps death was your only chance of escape, you thought while closing your eyes.
Half conscious, you heard the sound of a horse stopping beside you, before feeling firm arms wrap around your waist — being pressed against a muscular chest and wrapped in a heavy fur coat.
Gathering all the energy you had left to lift your lids, you only managed to discern, through half-open eyes, the black helmet of Capitano before passing out.
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"Pardon me, My Lady, but it's time to go back." The soldier's voice brought you back to reality and you stared at the landscape one last time before turning around.
Freedom was nothing but a long forgotten dream now.
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𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ↷please note that these events take place BEFORE reader meets Dmitri ; at the time, nothing kept her in the palace but now it is much more complicated for Y/n to escape because in addition to being constantly watched, there is her affection for Dmitri :(
