It's Only The Beginning {1}

† Thirteen †

Okay.........think. What can I do to stop myself from dying.

If I put pressure on my wounds, it'll slow the bleeding, but it's not a set fix.

I could try and make a fire so I could cauterize them......no. It would take to much energy.

I could try and stitch them.

I'll do it.

I cut the panthers leg open, chipping off a piece of its bone.

I make sure the splinter of bone is sharp and solid enough before I start to cut a hole into it.

My dagger is placed at the fatter end and I roll it in my hands, over and over.

When I feel the blade pop through the other end, I take the now formed needle and grab some vines.

I slice the vines to fit the hole, but to still be strong enough so they won't snap. I start threading it through the hole quickly, trying not to bleed out.

I sight before I start to push the bone into my skin, connecting it to the other side of the wound, ultimately pulling the cut closed as I sew.

My jaw tightens and I toss my head back, stopping for a moment. Holy shit. It hurts like a bitch.

After I finish on my shoulder, my back not looking the prettiest, I start on my abdomen.

I clench my jaw once again, as I start to sew the torn skin back together.

When I finish, I sigh in relief and sag against a tree.

It's finally over.

I look down at the panther and sigh. I'll have to bring it back.

I grab more vines from around the area and tie it around the panther multiple times, securing it before I pick it up.

I grip the vines tightly and start to pull, the animal sliding against the ground easily. I make my way back down the way I came, grunting every once in a while.

I flinch when a drop of rain hits me and I toss my head up to look at the sky. I shake my head at the poor timing and continue back towards polis.

I could see a mountain in the distance.

Mount Weather.

I still need to feed them.

One more thing I still have to do.

It's starts to pour and I keep my head held high, knowing I wouldn't let myself die this way.

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*Anya POV*

"She should've been back by now" I growl at the guards.

They flinch away from me and I glare.

"If that girl doesn't walk into this city by tomorrow morning. I'll kill you myself" I warn, shoving past them.

I should've never sent her.

This wouldn't be happening. She would be here.

With me.

She would be safe. And warm.

But no.

I sent her out.

Now it's freezing and down pouring.

This is all my fault.

I can't be feeling this way about a girl. I have duties as the Commander. I can't let her get in my way.

I'll shut her out.
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*Amaras POV*

I continue to lug the large animal, soaked from head to toe.

When I begin to see the tall tower of Polis, I sigh in relief, knowing my journey back is almost over.

Not long later to I walk through the entrance, pulling the heavy animal behind me.

Anya stalks out of the tower, meeting me half way.

"Give up the panther and leave, Natrona" she glares and my body tenses.

Of course. I knew it.

This is what I get for letting someone in.

"Of course. Heda" I whisper softly, my voice cracking before I tense. I couldn't let myself get emotional.

I drop the panther, finally noticing that my shoulder had re opened.

Blood ran down my arm in black streams. Her eyes find it and I see them widen in concern before her face falls cold once again.

"Get out" she growls, not meeting my eyes.

"I should have know....." I mutter, not thinking anyone heard me but she did.

She did hear it. So when my eyes met hers, they tried to tell me she was sorry, and they did.

But I didn't want to believe them. So I took a few steps back before I spun on my heel and made my way out of the city.

I let her in.

That was only the first of many mistakes.