ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ━━━ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅɪᴀ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟐

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ━━━━━━𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟐

THEY SHOULD BE BACK IN TROLLMARKET was a thought repeated in her mind. Now that she circled back to it, Hisirdoux was going to have their heads mounted seemed to be a more probable first thought process. Trollmarket came afterward. Either way, none of them should be here.

Her dignity was spared as she was embraced by the familiarity of crystal orbs that released her from the the alluring trance set beneath her skin. They pulled her from the twisted game of cat-and-mouse that had begun in her mind at it.

Her vision flashed scarlet as the game overwhelmed her senses, despite the sensation of his eyes on her. The contents of her stomach emptied onto the ground riddled with surprises hidden in the drift of snow. The world turned and the void reigned within.

The withdrawal of the void returned the feeling of her fingers clutching bunches of the flake residue. With it soaked into her tunic it was prompt in pasting itself to her skin. She blinked briefly as her eyes adjusted to the introduction of an additional light, a byproduct of the quivering flame within the tiki of kindling. The kindling sizzled and cracked as the flames warped and devoured its food with ravenous desire, sighing in satisfaction.

Noting the absence of their third member, Willow attempted to skim the clearing - a failed attempt in the current position she was in. Ghosted in the stretched rays of the dying sun, hands aided in repositioning herself into a more adequate position, though they seemed to spark their own white fire in the diluted light if caught at the right angle.

Umber orbs searched their eyes for an answer to their unspoken question: Where is he?

"You went out like that," they snapped their fingers in emphasis, a flare flickering for a millisecond, "without warning. He wanted answers, we both did."

Willow took a deep breath as she deepened her observation of Kaylee. Her cheekbones, like her limbs, were ghosted. Her green and gold misshaped orbs the only brightness to her figure. Her hair, a brightened reddish orange, had darkened into a deep red. It was ironic that her temperature had decreased despite her abilities. In response to this observation, her muscles tensed.

The tunic that concealed her breast was removed, a warm hand set as a replacement. Willow narrowed her eyes at the action taken without her consent, which was met with a sigh. Her heart rate quickened as heat was directed into the beating muscle, blood worked at the taunt muscles until they were relaxed. The hand was removed, and she found herself with an exhale she did not know she had held. Kaylee retreated to the laughable flame she conjured, hands pressed inwards to preserve warmth.

A moan took her mind away from the matter, the sense of foreboding returned. With resistance from Kaylee, Willow managed to force her legs to support her alongside a rotten stump. Kaylee grumbled something that went unheard in favor of the location of the stubborn-yet elusive- imbecile.

Mentioned imbecile was not distanced very far off, only a stick toss away. He was a mere blob in her eyes, brushed off as a side effect of her faint. It was futile for Kaylee to stop her, so with the fire abandoned they lessened the distance between them, which allowed her a front row seat at his stupidity.

The digits of his hand were situated on the jawline of the fractured skull whilst he chanted in a language that was muffled by the pulse of the wind as it passed through her eardrums. In the process of being seated by Kaylee, the latter twisted in annoyance when Galbatorix chose that moment to tear away from the skull, the chant thrown away into the winds of eternity. Bent over, his breaths transpired onto the ground in misted puffs of cloud.

Willow wished she could take back the scream of terror that was engraved into her expression. Galbatorix's normal orbs of crystal were replaced by a felonious shard of corrupted sickness, his posture that of a starved beast on the prowl. His limbs moved forward on their own accord, a certain vigor demonstrated in the motion.His spine arched as he lowered his head to the ground. His nostrils flared as he twisted his neck in a 360 degree motion, eyes fixated on Kaylee. She scrambled backwards in the drift, as he closed the distance between them. Willow hoisted herself against the stump, thrown off balance when Kaylee crashed into her abdomen in a panic.

Galbatorix was almost on them, head dipped downwards in a trail that followed a scented pattern. The wind thundered into the corpse in a sudden burst and knocked it down onto its side, the moment of horror a mere memory. His head cocked to the side whilst he comprehended their state of adrenaline. Confusion wrote itself across his features as he adjusted his posture to own where he was no longer on his hands and knees. With his legs in a drunken state, his swayed posture gave out from under him.

Though she assured him that all was forgiven, for years to come she would be haunted by the crooked smile that overwhelmed his features when he gazed at her.

The howl that shattered the frail peace of the onset night belonged to an alpha of a distant pack. They had to run. As fast as they could, as far as they could. The problem was that only one of them was sober. The other two could barely walk, let alone be trusted to run. Which slowed them down a tremendous rate.The limbs that cracked in the stretch behind them warranted a curse from the lone sober guide. Who, as a note, had exactly zero clue as to where the hell they were supposed to be headed.

Willow passed through the wood in a heap of numbed thought,not fazed at all by the fact that their survival depended on the member of the trio with little regard for self-preservation. the snow, with influence from the lonesome moon, condensed to form a coating that dragged them down. Through her efforts to carry herself through the wood, slight pain to form under the veil of drunkenness. She was left to ponder the inevitable outcome of her death as she was dragged through the porcelain crystals, never once to glance at their persurers.

Just gonna rest for a few minutes, her mind whispered as she found herself unable to stay awake despite the bite of the bitter chill.

She was aware of the stones that merged together to block the existence of the outside world. She was aware of the luminescent minerals that lit the pathway to the hidden sanctuary of trolls. She was aware of the impending fury that would accompany Hisirdoux Casperan once he realized where they have been. The strength in her bones returned to her as they caught their breath, a mere limp remained.

Took long enough.

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CHAPTER 2 IS UP. SORRY IF IT DOESN'T MEET YOUR EXPECTATIONS I'M SLOWLY GETTING BACK INTO WRITING AND AM USING THIS AS A WARM UP. 

I KNOW I DISAPPEARED OFF THE EARTH FOR A GOOD COUPLE MONTHS, BUT I'M STILL ALIVE.

THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME AND READING THIS CHAPTER!

LANA