Raven is a girl who was left with nothing. The weeping monk is a man who was left with nothing too. What they both didn't know was, that both of them can fall in love. Can love help them against the world where is nothing all bad or good?
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Raven woke up the other day and it was early at morning. She sits up on the bed and look around the room. She heard a few hisses behind her so she turned around and yelped. The Weeping Monk was standing there trying to clean his wounds, what his father gave him today.
There were cuts and scars on his back, making Raven want to punch Father Carden even more. He turned around looking at her. She was still wearing his chemise and her long brown hair were on one side of her head. The chemise slides down slightly in her sleep revealing one of her shoulders and the valley of her breasts.
Brown met blue. She slowly stood up and stand behind him taking the piece of cloak what was helping him cleans his wounds. She puts it on the table and pressed her hand to his back. She lets the the veins pop out on her face and the magic went through her veins. When she opens her eyes his back was healed without any scars or cuts.
He turned around looking at her again. She looks up at him and frown. "What?" He whispers and she puts her hand on the back of his head healing the cross what was cut in to his skin. "Now, nothing." She says and smile at him. Blue met brown, again and the pair watch the other's next move.
His eyes flicker between her eyes and her lips and her eyes did the same with his face. He puts his arms around her waist so she was pressed against his bare chest. She puts her hand on his cheek and stroke it.
They both leaned in but were stopped by one of the paladins who shouts at The Monk from the outside of the tent. They both sigh and he let go of her waist, walking out of the tent. She sits down on the bed, waiting for him to come back. When he finally came back which wasn't long after he left his face light up when he looks at her.
"We need to talk." He says making her frown again. He sits next to her again and tried so hair to don't be distract her figure right in front of him. "They found Squirrel yesterday. He was trying to save The Green Knight." He says making Raven jump from the bed. He stands up and put his hands on her shoulders, electricity went through their bodies as he touched her bare one's.
"You can't help them, now. But we save them. I promise." The Weeping Monk says watching as she starts crying. He pulls her to his chest and let her cry. "I need to save them, please." She says crying. "I know. I know." He says stroking her hair. She wraps her arms around his torso and he wraps his around her small frame.
"Shh. It's okay." He says and wipe the tears away from her face as they pull away. "No. No, it's not. They are all I have. So it's not. It's definitely not okay." She says and starts to walking up and down the tent. "What about your family?" The Weeping Monk asks her confused. "My family is dead." She says and sits on the ground.
But don't be sad, Raven. It's not your fault that more people are not like you.
She wanted to cry that no other tears were there to got out. The Weeping Monk crouched to her and stroke her cheek. So they just sit there in a silence until she calmed down. "Would you kill someone. I mean child and parents if they'd be Fey kind?" She asks him looking in to his beautiful blue eyes.
"They are demons, Raven. If they would." He says making her pull away from him. She stands up. He stands up too. "And the children?" She asks. "Raven they are dem... " She didn't let him finish as she steps away from him. "I thought... I actually thought that you'd be different." She says making him looks at her with sad eyes.
"You would kill a child? Or his parents?" Silence. "Answer me." She says coming closer to him. "If the child would be... " He starts again but was cut off by her.
"I was seven!" She shouts at him a new tears dropping down her face. He looks at her confused. "I was seven. My sister was nine and I watched your father put his sword through her body. There is no if. " She says and sits on the ground again. She hugs her legs tightly to her chest. I didn't know. Of course you didn't know. He thought to himself.
"I wouldn't. " He says making her look at him. "I wouldn't kill them. A few weeks ago I would say that I'd kill them but now... I said that I would because I'm scare of this. All of this." He says pointing between him and Raven. She stands up coming closer to him, again.
"I'm scared because I've never felt like this before and if I'll let the feelings do more and I loose you I'll become something worse." He says looking to her beautiful brown eyes. She looks at him and something, a feeling make her release he's changing. For her.
She smiled softly and sticks out her hand. "I'm Rav... Eadlyn." She says making him smiles at her. He shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you, Eadlyn. Beautiful name. I'm Lancelot." He says making her smile. "Now come on. I know where are your daggers. We have to save some lives. "
