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Møøńšhådöw {Stars are only visible in darkness}
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Sep 09, 2015 05:20PM
"Good." She smiled brightly and walked with him. She hoped he would change his attitude towards her. She had sacrificed a lot for him.
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"So, I have more questions. What year is it now?"
"Guess." She said looking at him. "You seem to know how long you were in your cell and just add that to the last year you remember."
"It's easy to count and remember, Miss Cassandra, but it's not so easy to remember what you longed to forget," he stated, a hint of regret escaping his voice.
(What year should it be?)
(787? We could also do something like B.C. and A.D?)
(Alright. Just wondering.) "Fine. It's 787." She said sighing softly. She suddenly came to a stop. "If you want, you can turn your fire off. I see the lid to our stop."
"Where does this open to?" He asked, climbing up the ladder.
"Hold up." She said grabbing him and stopping him. "First off, let me go first." She said starting to climb up before him. "Next, just follow me."
He scoffed and waited for further orders, while adjusting his gauntlets and checking his sword.
She opened the lid slightly and listened carefully. "Alright." She whispered to him. She pushed the lid further open and crawled out.
He followed after, looking around. "Where are we now?"
"Close to my hut." She said and started to run. "Hurry!" She said back at him. She wasn't sure who will pop out.
Caerwyn's eyes widened, and his senses kicked in. Time seemed to slow down around him. He could already see the attacker readying their bow and aiming it at Cassandra. So, starting forward he made it to her as fast as possible and tackled her just as the arrow fired.
She fell down and saw the arrow whiz past her. She cursed under her breath and grabbed her blades. She got up from under Cane and threw her blade, hitting the attacker and killing him.
Caerwyn chuckled as he got up, dirt falling from off his exposed bones. “There. Now we're even."
She sighed softly. "I guess we are." She walked over to the attacker and got her blades. "Thank you." She said with a nod before heading to her hut.
He followed. "So now, I ask once again. What's your purpose for fetching a broken legend like me?"
"Allies." She said. "You aren't broken. You're just out of date for right now. Once I get you going again, we will be a force to be reckoned with."
"I barely even remember how to hold a sword correctly. What you saw in the jail courtyard? That was luck."
"No, it's just the tip of a iceberg." She walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulders. "I'm sure, you'll go back to being the legend you once were okay?"
He pushed her hand off his shoulder. "What do you think you're doing? Don't you dare pity me. I met you an hour ago. What makes you think we're buddies?"
She frowned at him. "Well, it would motivate me more if we were friends. It would be nice if we were." She said with a slight laugh. "Plus, I'm not taking pity on a legend like yourself."
"I don't make friends," he said turning around and facing the wall. "I was a famous swordhand who got caught up with the wrong crowd. That's it."
"Hey, don't say that. Everyone needs friends. Sure, you are this undead thing, but now you have someone to help." She said as she opened the door to her hut that was really crappy looking. "Ta-da! My home!" She said motioning to it, at the exact same moment some wood had fallen.
He stepped in and looked around. Cobwebs were strung from the rafters. The one window was just a splint hole in the wood and single bed was made out of rotting timber. "It'll do," he stated.
She nodded. "Yeah." She said with a nod. "I've been living in it for several years." She patted on the bed.
"It's isolated. That's smart." He set his sword down and sat in an unstable looking chair, he tilted his head back and sighed.
She sat down on her bed and quietly watched him. "For now you can rest, if you need it anyways. Tomorrow, we need to head out again."
"Oh, no, I don't sleep. I'll just be lookout," he said, bowing his head.
"Oh okay." She said. "You go do that and I'll rest up." She closed her eyes on the bed and was out like a light.
Caerwyn smirked. Now was the time to get to work. He immediately began searching around, looking for letters, books, maps, anything that might point him towards his goal.
Cassandra shifted slightly on the bed, but didn't wake up as he look around. She was used to loud noises, even though it never helped in the long run.
(Should he find something specific, or nothing at all?)
(Nothing since she doesn't keep stuff in her actual house. She keeps it with a guy they are about to meet.)
(OK.)
As he got to the last sheet of paper, he turned it over and found it to be blank. "Devil curse me," he said with a sigh, "nothing." He looked at Cassandra, who was still fast asleep. This was harder than he thought. Shrugging it off, he went outside and sat on the dirt, keeping an eye out all through the night.
As he got to the last sheet of paper, he turned it over and found it to be blank. "Devil curse me," he said with a sigh, "nothing." He looked at Cassandra, who was still fast asleep. This was harder than he thought. Shrugging it off, he went outside and sat on the dirt, keeping an eye out all through the night.
In the morning Cassandra slowly woke up. "Looks like I made it through a day." She mumbled to herself and got up. She frowned as she saw some papers misplaced, but didn't question it further. She brushed her hair slightly and walked outside. "Cane?"
Caerwyn sat in the same place that he had chosen earlier, but two dead bodies lay over his lap. "Yes?"
She froze when she saw the two bodies. "Well... That's a good way of starting a morning I guess. Just toss those bodies and come in."
He stood up, with the bodies rolling off his lap, and he walked back into the hut. A bit of blood dripped from his sword as he walked. "What is it?" He asked.
"Like I said yesterday. We are heading to one of my allies places. He can help us your curse." She said. "Plus, just stay in the doorway. I don't want the blood in my hut."
He took a step back into the doorway. "Ah, yes. But I'm curious. Where did you hear about me? I thought the people forgot."
"They didn't forget about you. People are afraid to talk about you." She said with a slight roll of eyes. "You're both a myth and legend." She walked up to him and patted his shoulder before walking out. She adjusted her bag. "Come on."
"You know I still don't want your sympathy, right?" He said. "You act like we knew each other."
"Like I said. It would be better if we acted like friends. You know I've never had one, and I would like one." She looked behind her at him.
Caerwyn sighed. "We're … acquaintances. I'll say that." He had the same feelings. He wanted a friend, but at the moment, the only thing important to him was curing the curse.
"Fine. Now, be a acquaintance over here. We need to hurry to my allies house." She said motioning him to come.
He jogged forward. "Does he have a name? You keep calling him 'ally.'"
"I'm not allowed to say his name out in the open." She said. "So, I just say ally." She shrugged slightly and adjusted her bag again.
"OK … ?" He said confusedly, while still jogging.
