Sometimes it's just better not to know

Chapter 4

Author's notes:

Hey, here's the 4th chapter of the story. I'm still thinking about rewriting it, at least partially.

Anyways, I hope you'll like what I've come up with.

As always, thanks for everything, and see you next time :)

PS. Sorry that it took so long. I had to do a couple of things related to my uni.

Changelog:
[2021-04-13]: The preview was posted.
[2021-04-16]: The whole chapter was released.

Schedule for the nearest future:
(bonus): Sometimes it's just better not to know (possibly rewrite).
4. Exiled you say (next chapter).
5. Kiss the rain (next chapter).
6. Whispers in the Dark (new chapter)/(possibly extending beyond just 2 part story).
7. Story of one lost soul (2 next chapters)/(The war call|The heart not so cold).
8. Prisoner of Your Eyes (next chapter).
9. Black Diamond (2 next chapters)/(possibly finishing the story).
10. The rise of the Blood Moons' servants (2 next chapters).
11. Alone (2 next chapters)/(possibly rewrite).
12. Last Christmas (finishing up the story).
13. My home is where my heart lies (a long, possibly 10k + words chapter).

*bonuses will be worked on when I don't feel like writing the chapters pointed out in the schedule :D

End of author's notes.

Analylah Moonblade did not dare to stop before getting to the High Priestess. The weight of the fainted girl – held close to her breastplate – could be entirely disregarded. It was possible due to the adrenaline that was still being pumped into her veins. The sentinel wanted to reach her destination already. There was no telling how severely she had wounded the priestess' daughter.

She passed many people throughout her running session. All of them – without exception – was watching her with horror printed on top of their faces. In their eyes, she was a monster. Truth be told, it was not that far from reality, at least partially.

Finally, after Goddess-know how long of the run, she reached the temple. The guards immediately approached her, stopping her from entering the construction. There was two of them. Both relatively young, strong, muscular, yet devoted, already past the foolishness of the youth.

"Moonblade!" the first of them called her. "What you've done? Dear Goddess!"

She needed a couple of prolonged moments to calm down her breathlessness. Even if the sentinel opted to ignore her exhaustion, she could not hide it forever.

"Let me through, Nadil!" the sentinel demanded. "I need to get that child to her mother. I need to see to it myself," she added, narrowing her sight.

"Let her go, Nadil," the second guard said. "It's so clear that she was the one who had caused these wounds. It's better to leave the decision to the High Priestess."

"You must have lost your mind, Enaeleas!" the violet-haired man called Nadil spoke up with risen tone. "She shouldn't be allowed to enter the sacred ground of the temple. That's what I think."

"It's not our duty to decide who's worthy of punishment. Must I remind you that?" the silver-haired man thundered.

"No, you're right, obviously," the violet-haired elf replied, lowering his sight.

"Go ahead, Analylah," Enaeleas uttered in a cold tone. "I hope you're prepared to pay for what you've done."

"There's only one way to find out," the sentinel responded as cooly as she could. "For... what it's worth, I'm glad that you're the one in service of the temple, Enaeleas Sunsinger."