Those Who Dream of Freedom (Scaramouche x fem!reader)

Chapter 8 ☆ A helping hand

☆ y/n

I got the third vision a year after the incident, after receiving the first and activating the second. The third was Geo's and belonged to my father.

I thought it would be a good time to go to the village and leave some flowers at my parents' grave. I returned with great caution, careful not to be seen, as I knew I would be sent to an orphanage if anyone saw me. It was also the first time I disguised myself as a boy. I thought it would be the best way to go unnoticed in a small village where everyone knows everyone. The disguise was more than perfect.

My childhood was gone after I turned eleven, but it was the smallest thing that happened to me, using visions other than my own was the major turning point.

The sun was high in the sky the day I got my father's vision. It was pretty warm, so I wasn't expecting any special events. I was wrong. There was someone else at their grave, but it wasn't anyone I knew. His intentions, however, didn't seem to be the same as mine, I realized after noticing the shovel in his hands. The realization hit me like a shock.

That man wanted to dig them up!

And not only did he want to do it, he was already doing it!

I didn't know what could be so valuable in that grave that would make you want to dig it up.

I lunged for it and was glad I had the surprise element. As I had expected, the man was surprised when he felt the impact as I jumped on him from behind and dropped whatever he had taken from the coffin. He didn't have time to make a move. My Anemo vision made me quick as the wind, and that scared him. He took off without looking back at least once.

On the floor I found my father's elementless vision. Then it began to glow orange, activating at the touch of my hand. I used it on the spot, sealing the tomb, the vision staying with me. I probably should have left it there, but it wouldn't have stopped that guy from trying to come back for it. It was safer with me than it would have been with him.

Then I asked myself, "How did he know the vision was there?" Because nowhere on the tombstone does it say that one of the people was buried with a vision. Only friends and those close to that person know the truth. I shuddered. It meant that one of the people close to him had betrayed him, and there was nothing I could do but put them on the run. I apologized to myself.

"Daddy, is it nice where you are now?"

I wasn't getting any response, but I wasn't expecting that either.

"I'm sure it's nice, you're with mommy. You'll have nothing but happiness there in Heaven."

That's the way it should be, right?

"You're happy for me, aren't you? Your visions haven't faded, they're with me now..."

I knew he was watching over me from Heaven with my mother, and this simple fact helped me move forward.

I talked to him for a while. I told him what had happened so far. He couldn't answer me, but I imagined he would, imagined what kind of answers he could give me. Then I talked to my mother until it got dark and I had to leave.

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I leave home far too early to get to the Guild, but I still see Scaramouche waiting outside the counter, leaning against one of the walls and staring up at the sky. Katheryne looks at him with an enchanted expression, and I wonder what she would think of him if he said anything. But I don't think Scaramouche would stop pretending to be a good boy even if it meant making fun of someone. He shifts his gaze to me as I get closer. He looks at me resignedly. I wonder what he's been thinking about in the meantime. That there's no point in sidestepping it?