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Dashastood in a dim lit cabin with Genya as she cared for Alina who passed out for two days now. Alina didn't have much sense or consciousness. She woke up a little better day by day but would go back to the state she was soon enough. Dasha stood, guarding the door if anyone came. She pitied Alina, she had gone through so much. She was chained in shackles to the ground. But she couldn't do anything for now, there would come a time where she could run away from the Darkling's grasp. For now, she had to stay here.
"How is she today?" Dasha asked taking a few steps towards them. "Not much of an improvement." Genya pressed her lips together and shook her head. "Drink." She said softly to Alina as she took a few sips of water. Just then, Ivan barged in with no warning. "The Darkling demands to see you." He said to Dasha. "I'll be there in a few seconds." Ivan rolled his eyes. "He demands to see you. Now. I can guard." "Fine." She rolled her eyes and stomped out of there.
Dasha made her way to the hatch and she climbed to the deck above. The whaler was filled with smell of fish and all, but she was trying to get used to it. Soon enough, she was in the prow where The Darkling had been waiting for her.
"You wished to see me?" Dasha said with the most delicate voice. She hooked her hands together at the back, standing up tall. "Yes. Yes, I did." He turned to meet her eyes. His face had scratches all over it, the biggest one was the one which crossed his nose to meet his eyes and cheeks. They were so much severe than what she had. Dasha had two little scratches right above her right eye and brow, that she got while sparing. She was small at that time and she didn't know that she could also heal her wounds. "How is my Sun Summoner?" He asked taking the steps needed to meet her up close. "Not much of an improvement." She shook her head and looked at her feet, soon, two more foot came into view. She looked up and saw the Darkling staring right back at her. He brought his hands up and grazed her right cheek with his knuckles. She gasped and caught her breath. She closed her eyes as he traced the scar with his thumbs by cupping her cheeks. The worst part was, she leaned into it. "Dasha" he said, barely over a whisper. "I trust you. I trust you the most out of all of them." He leaned in closer by every word. When he brushed his lips to hers, a shiver went up her spine. 'Please." He said. He was so near her. "Don't break it." He broke the connection and leaned his head to the side of her head, meeting her ears. "Stay with me." She closed her eyes and nodded blindly. He let go of her abruptly, missing the warmth. "You're strong. In fact, you're the strongest Corporalki to live." A small smile crept on his face. "Use it for the better good." She nodded again, blindly. "You may leave." Dasha bowed her head a little to the Darkling and left with her own thoughts. What just happened?
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Standing on the edge of the whaler, she leaned in and watched as the sun set. Dasha found it mesmerizing.
"Beautiful isn't it?" A voice said from behind. She thought she recognized it, and indeed she did. "Shouldn't you be steering the wheel, Sturmhond?" Dasha stood with her hands hooked at the back. "Mhm, I thought you'd be happy to see me." He said with a frown. "And why is that?" "Many woman can't deny my beauty, love." He smirked. Dasha rolled her eyes and turned her back towards Sturmhond. "So, what are you?" "Excuse me?" She turned her head to meet his muddy green eyes. "You're not an ordinary Heartrender, are you love?" He walked forward and stood beside her. "How do you know?" He jerked his chin forward. "Your Kefta." Dasha looked down and saw how dumb she was. Her Kefta was crimson red just like every Corporalki but her embroideries were different. Instead of being, black thorns, or grey or blue swirls. It was gold. The embroidery on her chest were pure gold thorns and the end of the sleeves were filled with gold swirls. "Ah, right." She said wiping her Kefta a bit. "No. No, I'm not." "So, what are you?" He leaned his back with elbows on the edge. "All of them." She fumbled with her fingers. "I'm all of them." "I'm sorry, what?" Sturmhond chuckled. "I'm not just a Heartrender. I am a Healer and a Tailor as well." She stood tall, even though she was not so tall. "Interesting." He said, examining her by looking up and down. Dasha felt exposed at that. "What?" She asked, feeling uncomfortable. "Nothing." He shrugged and looked around, only to come back and meet her red eyes. It was a unusual color for eyes. And 'unusual' wasn't something new to her. "I suppose you were treated accordingly at the Grand Palace for your powers?" "Yes, I was." She looked at her feet. "Hey" he placed a finger under her chin to raise it. "Don't hold back, love." He stood up, he was taller than her, by a lot. She jerked back. "The royal family had their own way of treating me." She said, as quietly as she could. "And that is?" "None of your business, Sturmhond." She said with venom in her voice. "Well, you are on my ship love, and everyone on this ship is my business, so technically, you are my business." He smirked. "Again, it's none of your business, Sturmhond. To know about someone's personal life." "Fair enough. Just know you're free to talk to me whenever you want, Dasha love." He began walking away. She rolled her eyes and looked confused. "How do you know my name?" "Word spreads." He winked back at her with a smirk as she shook her head.
