The wet ground starts to seep into my clothes as I wait. Silence, too complete for my liking, walks through the trees. Nothing moves. Nothing breathes. Nothing except me and the whispers of the dark smoke in the ravine make a sound.
Cold fingers run up and down my back, setting my teeth on edge and sending a shudder through my body. I wish, more than anything, that I was down in that ravine, fighting whatever I need to fight and saving who I need to save. Lying here in the cold mud, I feel so completely and utterly helpless. A sitting duck.
And the longer I wait, the more terror settles into my bones. Every small sound makes me jump; every shift in the air making me wish I had my sword.
Something rustles in the trees not far off. I scramble to my feet, snatching up a downed tree branch by my feet and holding it tightly, ready to whack anyone who comes close (I know; I'm terrifying). The rustling draws steadily closer and closer until I can make out the vague outlines of two figures.
"Simon?" Calls out a familiar voice. I sigh in relief, relaxing my grip on my stick. It's Penny. Just Penny; not some Chimaera about to rip off my head. My Penny.
"Here," I croak out, surprised to find my voice hoarse. How long have I been waiting here? More importantly, how long have I kept Baz waiting?
Penny emerges from the gathering fog, and a less welcome face follows close behind: Agatha. My stomach sinks. I really don't want to deal with her right now... But I suppose I'll need all the help I can get (although one— AKA a certain Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch— might say that that's always true).
"Simon!" Agatha calls out, rushing towards me, "What's going on?"
Ignoring her, I turn to Penny.
"Penny. Baz and Fiona— they're both down there. And I'm going after them."
Merry Christmas, to all of you who celebrate it! This fic is going to be over soon, which will be crazy. But I think I'm either going to do a sequel or some bonus chapters! Feel free to leave me any suggestions or questions either in the comments or as a direct message!
Thanks for being the best readers ever,
Enjoy my doodle of Penny— it's on the back of a bunch of notes for this fic :)
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Simon Snow and Basilton Grimm-Pitch; the self-proclaimed super villain that almost ate up all magic and the world's friendliest, least-bloodthirsty vampire. Together they make a bit of an odd couple, but there is no doubt that they are desperately...