𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙎𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙃 | 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀𝘿 - 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙆

𝘤 𝘩 𝘢 𝘱 𝘵 𝘦 𝘳 𝘵 𝘸 𝘰

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two - fates intertwined

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For a few seconds after Quirina woke up, she thought she was somewhere else. She thought she was in a cave in the Beartooth mountains, looking at...

Him.

Moments later, she came back to her senses.

Quirina lay in the woods, her hands were still burned. They were blistered and raw, whatever skin left was red or charred. She was by a tree, and near her was the remains of a fire. She looked around and saw a horse standing at the site as well. He looked much like Caliban, completely black with a long shiny mane and large brown eyes. 

"You're awake."

Quirina turned so fast that her ancestors could have gotten whiplash from their graves. She grabbed an knife and brandished it at the person standing in front of her.

He was extremely tall, maybe around 190cm, was dressed in all black, with a black cloak, he had curly brown hair, fair skin, and bright blue eyes. But his most interesting feature were the black tear tracks upon his face.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded.

"The weeping monk," he responded, "Who the hell are you?"

"The shadowsmith," she snapped, "Go on, kill me already."

He regarded her for several moments, "I carried you unconscious from Pelt. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it whilst you were out cold."

"How long was I out cold?" she asked.

"Two days." 

He walked towards her, but she stepped back, brandishing her knife, "Don't come any closer," but even as she spoke, her voice quavered.

The weeping monk instead threw what he was holding to her. It was a small container, inside was a greenish paste. "What's this?"

"A burn salve," he replied, "Put it on your hands or they'll get infected."

Reluctantly, she applied a thin layer of the paste to her hands. It stung horribly at first, but then became soothing to her raw and blistered skin. She closed the container and threw it back to him.

They sat in silence for a while, Quirina's hand never leaving her knife, before he asked, "Are you okay?"

She regarded him with a look of disgust, "You burned my village."

He sighed, "That's... not what I meant."

Her face fell, eyes going glassy as images flashed across her mind. Vaguely, she could remember seeing a cloaked figure dressed in all black walking towards her before she passed out.