confusion
it was the only thing she could feel right now
the world around her was completely blurry
in her ears began to ring
she heard different, strange, distorted sounds and voices
raising her head slightly, the green-eyed girl saw a group of strangers, distorted by the curvature of the limbs in different directions.
after regaining control of his body and mind, the group of strangers did't seem so strange at all, quite the contrary; she recognized them after
a few seconds.
" Josse " breathed the newly awake girl, noticing her longtime friend ( who did not treat her and Nimue as demons, but ordinary teenagers ) leaving the forest with a group of other people.
the man, apparently not hearing her, walked over to the ( seemingly ) sleeping monk and prodded him with
a metal rake in the center of his chest.
the girl as if touched by a magic wand remembered the events of the previous day ( at least she thought
so, because she did not know exactly how unconscious she was, and the horizon was decorated with dark colors ).
a feeling of fear and disorientation returned to her mind, not seeing why
the monk reacted like that to their first meeting, while fearing what he had done to her, but also unable to help but wondering why she felt
so strange around him; as if they had known each other forever.
" get up, murderous pig " her thoughts were interrupted by the group leader. the monk slowly opens his cold eyes as he stood, his face expressionless
as usual.
" Josse " this time Squirrel spoke, enjoying to see his friend. the aforementioned man apparently heard the boy and in less than a
mile-second he focused his eyes on the boy.
" Squirrel, are you okay ? " looks anxiously at the tied boy, apparently still not noticing the tied woman a
few meters away.
" tie him up " this time distinguishing him from the man standing next to
him, whose eyes are fixed on the man in the black coat.
when they lift the monk to their feet, understanding is visible in their throats. " i think we caught the
big killer"
" those eyes. will you mourn us? "one of the people speaks sarcastically.
" give me hot coal " says Josse, to lure the monk onto the horses. " have you ever been pulled by a horse with burning coal under its tail? "
" i do not recall " was first uttered by a man in a long black coat, who at the same time was looking at the girl, checking that she was okay. seeing that she was awake, it was not a matter of time when their eyes crossed and the monk noticed her
condition with great pain.
fear showed on her beautiful porcelain face. her hair was torn in many directions, and her back was slightly hunched from constantly sitting on the dirty, cold earth.
looking straight into her beautiful green eyes, he felt chills run down his spine as if he were running a marathon.
the girl immediately turned her gaze back to the ground, suddenly finding it very interesting.
with great reluctance, after making sure that she is safe, he turns his gaze back to the people who are coming.
" take kill him! " aloud Squirrel say. Josse turns in his direction, and then
his eyes catch the white-haired girl sitting on the ground, looking at the events with fear, but also curiosity
painted on her face.
" Riv " the man breathed when he finally realized with his own eyes that his friend was indeed. hearing her name, she quickly turns her head towards her voice, a small smile involuntarily appeared on her face.
" what did you want to do Squirrel and my Riv, you sick bastard? "
hearing these words, the monk immediately raises his head and looks at fae in front of him with an angry expression.
" your Riv? " he asks calmly, but deep down he thinks of a million ways to kill that idiot fae. he shifted his gaze to the white-haired beauty, who with fear in her beautiful, green eyes, staring at him like the deepest part of the forest, silently begging every the hidden to spare her friends.
and again, the all-too-familiar feeling of infernal pain inside her head gives its summons.
a feeling of great chill came out of nowhere
it was felt so much that it seemed to she freeze right there, sitting alone on the dirty, cold ground.
anxiety came to her um with redoubled strength, the power felt the impending death of a being
winning over her own vision, she heard a deep voice, your hands tangled by the lines of your wrists, and his person helping a black, like the darkest night of a horse.
" and answering your question you dirty fae, boy do't interest me, he was just bait "
" bait? for what? "
"take it easy, Goliath" this time tilted his head towards the men waiting for an answer " on you " having said, the monk rolled over to the road side of his horse, simultaneously ending the existence of two innocent people.
then he grabs the knife and throws it at the one that Squirrel unties. seeing
this, River quickly gets to his feet and rushes to the young boy, who is still
sitting on the ground, lifts him to his feet and hides his head in his chest so
he doesn't have to watch the bloody fight.
having dealt with all the enemies, he started to approach the curled up boy and girl, but paused in his tracks as he remembered one important thing to do.
turning, he walked over to the dying body of the idiot fae who had the
audacity to call his Riv his own.
crouching, she spits beside him, speaking so softly that no one but them would hear a word.
" she is mine. She always been, and will always be " he says slowly, tilting his head slightly to the right " be glad you're dying such a quick, gentle death, if it were other circumstances
iwould gladly empty all your blood from your damned body " throwing
the body into River, so far and deep
that no one would ever find it "
rising from the ground, a satisfied smirk appeared on his face , he clashed almost as quickly as he appeared as he began to approach the almost trembling child and
his beloved.
despite many objections, he pulls the boy's body out from behind the girl.
thinks for a moment what to do with him, cuts the ropes and tells him to run quickly, to his dirty brothers, telling them he's coming.
the scared boy looks at his friend who, nodding his head to the boss, advises him to do what the monk said; so he does it.
though he didn't get too far. he hid in the bushes, looking at the murderer talking to River, being prepared at any moment to help the girl.
" take it easy ... don't be afraid, i won't hurt you, i promise "
dissatisfied with the look of helplessness and confusion on her face, the man speaks again, trying to calm the white-haired girl.
" i'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, my little girl. i'm going to burn alive
sooner than i allow " he says in a serious, calm voice, slowly raising his
hand toward River's cheek.
the girl slightly leans in the opposite direction to the hand approaching her.
at that moment Lancelot notices a small wound on her forehead, from which a trickle of black blood flows.
curious, but at the same time concerned, he quickly approaches the girl, crouches next to her, leaving practically no free space between them, and grabbing her arm, he pulls her tiny body towards him.
trying to ignore the urge to touch her lips with yours, to wander your hands over her body ( although it is very tempting to her ). he also refrains from questioning her about
her strange blood color.
trying not to think carefully about it, so as to be careful, she puts two fingers to the wound.
" is everything alright? " he asks in a worried voice " where are you hurt?
what happened? " he asking too many
questions that the girl doesn't answer.
she just nods, and Lancelot carefully helps her to her feet, wrapping her arms around her tiny, slender waist for safety.
River carefully places its tiny hands on the man's shoulders, unprepared
for the oncoming shivering down her spine.
she raises her head, and her green irises slowly meet the blue eyes, like the oceanitself, staring at her with
obvious concern, but also happiness.
is so graceful so calm,so violent. maybe it's strange but it is.
wanting to take a step back, River suddenly begins to feel unimaginable
pain in the very counseling of the brain, which makes her legs a little wobbly.
less than a minute later, all she saw was absolute, black emptiness.
in another word; darkness
autor's note
i'm sorry i didn't update for
so long and that the previous
chapter was so short.
this one is quite long, but i
don't think it's the best