Daughter Of Nymph And God

Syndicate

I sat up and yelped in pain. "God dammit...This hurts like a bitch." I stood up and applied my bandages around my chest. "I really want to know who the fuck shot me...." I whispered and heard a whoosh. "Hello sir." I said turning around and facing my god, Dianite.

"I know who the 'sniper' was, Syndicate. It... was my daughter." He looked away and ran his hand through his hair.

"YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER TRIED TO KILL ME? WHAT THE FUCK?" I yelled. "Might as well switch to Ianite...." I muttered and walked outside. A bolt of lightning descended from the heavens and I screeched again. "THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM. IT'S ENOUGH I'VE GOT YOUR DAUGHTER AFTER ME."

Another bolt descended. "I advise you do not talk like that, boy." Another
bolt, whoosh, and he was gone.

"Damn prick..." I whispered and slipped my ring onto my finger and flew to my essence bushes. I picked from them all and ate. I started to whistle and just walk around my yard. I came around to the opening of the wall and saw a girl. A beautiful girl, pale, bloody and lifeless. I ran over and felt her pulse. She was still alive. Her face looked slightly familiar, it resembled Sonja's face a lot. Except this one, her face seemed natural, like it was never touched by makeup. A beautiful girl.

I picked her lifeless body up and carried her inside. Laying her on the bed, I flew to Sparklez's house. I opened the doors and crept inside. "Jordan? You here, man? I sorta need your medical expertise."

A little squirrel came from downstairs and morphed into Mr. Sparkley Dick. "Ye. Whattya need?"

"I... sorta found a girl? She is really pale, and seems lifeless and yeah..." I raked my hands through my hair and sat down. "Can you help me, Jordan? She looks like she could be a good person and I would rather not have her die on my bed, for one, for two, I'd rather not let her die in a pool of her own blood."

"What. Okay, yeah, yeah I'm coming. That's actually really weird though, man. Just there? About to die?"

I took off my chest plate and sat down on his bed. "Yeah. She was just in the opening of my wall. She was really pale... and mate she just looked like she could die. Like she was stripped, not literally though. Like of something important to her. She had this beautiful dark hair, and it was matted with blood... I assume her own... I thought I saw her eyes open slightly when I flew to the tree with her in my arms mate. And her pulse was so slow...." By that point, I felt like crying. What could have happened to such a beautiful girl? 

Jordan sat next to me and patted my back. "Okay, put on your chestplate. Let's go and check on her. And we are walking, cause I need to walk for once." I groaned, but put on my chestplate and followed him out the front door. 

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"She's up in the tree mate." I whispered. "Well lets fly there then cause I am sick of walking." 

I laughed and slipped my ring onto my finger, and flew to the tree in which laid a beautiful girl. Wait... why do I keep calling her beautiful. The fuck? But she is though... I shook my head. Keep your mind in the game, Syndicate. 

I showed Jordan my bed and the girl in it. 

He gasped. "She... She's a nymph. She is a nymph. Tom... you found a nearly dead nymph. You can be rewarded for that in the tribes, you know that, right?" I shook my head. "Unless she had been banished, of course."

"Now why the fuck would they banish her? She looks like a harmless little thing." Jordan slapped my arm.

"These nymphs... they can be so deadly. I've heard of this one nymph... She's a dead shot. She is able to shoot someone from, like, 150 metres away. And she is supposed to be one of the most beautiful nymphs in her tribe and village. And she is supposed to be the daughter of Dianite, but I doubt that. I don't think Dianite could possibly be able to actually have an attractive daughter..." He laughed, and a bolt of lightning hit the tree, shaking it. 

"Good thing the damn tree is fireproof..." I muttered. I tried to process what Jordan said. "SORRY SIR DIANITE! LITTLE HUMOR!" I stepped out and yelled. I stepped back in and chuckled. "He does actually have a daughter, Jordan. She's the one who gave me this..." I told him taking off my chestplate and shirt. "Hurts like a bitch." Stretching and putting my shirt by the edge of the bed, I heard a groan. 

Jordan and I both snapped towards the sound, it was the nymph. She was waking up! 

I ran next to her and shook her shoulder softly. "Excuse me? Miss nymph?" I questioned in a whisper. "Tom!" Jordan chided, and I flipped him off. "Back off, sparkley dick. Let hero tommy work his magic." I laughed. I couldn't believe I was going to do this... Oh well. I'll be concerned with consequences later.

I kissed her lips, Jordan gasped in horror, and she squirmed on the bed. I pulled away and she sat up, breathing heavy and saying what I was guessing nymph cuss words.

"Miss, I don't understand you." I said chuckling and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. 

"Worthless!" She coughed up and threw my pillow at me. "How dare you touch me! Let alone kiss me!" Jordan was staring open mouthed at her, and I could understand why. She had eyes of a greenish gold, and beautiful dark long hair. Finally I couldn't stand it and told Jordan to close his mouth. He stuttered and looked away from her. 

She looked around the tree in horror, then outside. "May I escort you outside, miss?" I asked holding out my arm. She looked like she would rather be with gentleman me than regular me. 

"No. I do not wish to go outside... Where did you find me sir? And what is your name?" She looked around nervously and started to pick at a scab on her ankle. "Please, call me Syndicate. Or Tom. Whichever suits your fancy. And I found you outside. In front of my wall. You were really pale..." I  grew quiet as she studied my bandages. 

"What happened...?"  She seemed afraid to ask. I wanted to keep on good terms with her. Should I stay quiet and not tell her? She doesn't seem like the kind of girl to like knowing about gore or getting shot. I took a deep breath. "A nymph shot me. Nearly got my heart."

She looked away and tried to stand up. She nearly fell and I went to grab her before she hit the ground. "Don't try, miss. You'll get yourself hurt."

"I already have, Syndicate. I already have..." She gazed at my bandages and I realized I still didn't have on my shirt. I sat her back down on my bed and shooed Jordan out the tree. "I'll see you when I see you, Jordan!" I yelled and grabbed my shirt from the edge of the bed.

I slipped the shirt on and handed her some pork. "Eat up. You need some strength." She nibbled on it and looked outside. "Syndi? I mean, can I call you Syndi?" I chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Of course. The farmer calls me Syndy too." She smiled and took another bite of pork. "Do you know what nymph shot you?" The smile in my face faded and when she saw my face fall hers did as well. 

"S-Sorry... I shouldn't pry, but then again, I'm more like an elf than a nymph. Always have." She laughed and looked down.

I smiled and sighed. "Actually... I do. I'd rather not tell you though. So you don't go back to your village and blab." I laughed again and put my hand on the back of my neck. 

"Please. I bet I know whooo." She came a little closer and gave me puppy dog eyes. 

"Fine, fine. A girl." I was satisfied with myself until she got up and stumbled out of the tree. "Hey! Where're you going?!" I asked. 

"TO BLAB TO THE VILLAGE!!!!" She started to waddle, I think she was trying to run, and I started laughing like crazy. At least the beauty had a sense of humor and wasn't an airhead. She stopped at the essence bushes and ate her fill. I flew over and helped her pick more. We were talking about penguins when Wag came over. 

"Well, who's this? I'm Waglington, nice to meet you. People call me Wag." He smiled and held his hand out to her in greeting. 

"I'm Alvie. Nice to meet you, Waglington." She said grinning and shook his hand. "Wow, strong, aren't ya?"

"I'd like to think so, yes." She said seriously. I noticed it right away and offered her to shake my hand. "Since we weren't formally aquatinced, I am Syndicate, or Tom. Nice to meet you... What's your name, miss?" She smiled and shook it. She really did have a strong grip. "Alvie. Nice to meet you, Syndicate."