Hashira awoke again. This time to icy wind running across his body. Sitting up slowly, wincing ever so slightly, he realizes that his cloak and tunic have been removed. His wound bandaged tight. Slowly he looks around. A stream is nearby and at that stream is Toriku. Who appears to be fishing. Suddenly someone squeals. The sound of a basket hitting the ground is shortly followed by the sudden weight of another person hugging Hashira. Instantly he recognizes her. "Lizzy?" Hashira's voice is rough and strained. "What happened?" He rasps out softly.
"Oh god... I thought you were... You were..." Lizzy can't complete this sentence between her shaking, crying breaths.
"Hey I'm ok now. A little sore but I'm." He consoles her calmly. Still trying to remember what happened. Suddenly it hits him like a ton of bricks. His memories of the event that led to him laying beside this stream flood him swiftly. "Shit..... I really lucked out there." Lizzy swats his arm angrily. Her eyes still full of tears.
"Don't scare us like that again."
Hashira smiles ever so slightly. "Ok. I wont." He responds. Carefully he stands and grabs his freshly cleaned tunic pulling it on carefully. He packs up the rest of his supplies. "Lets go back to town. Where's the mans wife?" As Hashira asks this Toriku comes over empty handed. He simply states:
"She's dead"
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FantasyA story within a game. one unknown to the players of the game. one man. an npc. fights to live.
