fire and ice | a sapnap lore au

chapter 2

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    Cersei woke up to the sound of pigs below her. She sighed and pulled out her bow and an arrow. Lighting the tip on fire, she aimed and shot.

The burning pig running around as she climbed down the tree. The moment her feet were on the ground, the pig had collapsed and was burned to death. Pulling out a pocket knife, engraved with the letters, C.H. she sighed at the memory but used the knife to cut the pieces of meat.

When she got as much as she can, she popped a piece of meat in her mouth as she started to walk through the woods again.

Her eyes saw the edge of the tree line. She had no idea where she was at the moment. Her memory blurred with the amount of bloodshed. She looked down as her white shirt was stained with the blood, a handprint on the torso part where a man begged for his life.

Cersei snickered as she moved away from the tree line and followed the sound of a nearby stream. She hummed a familiar tune that her and her best friends shared.

She flinched as the memories flashed through her again. She shook her head and took off her royal blue coat, placing it carefully to the side. Taking off the bow and arrows and placing it under the coat just to be sure.

Not having any care on the world, she took off her shirt, washing off the stains, or at least trying to. When she failed she scoffed and threw the shirt to the side. She stared at it with a look of disappointment.

"It's always the favorite ones..." she grumbled. She pulled out a tiny box and throwing it to the ground. The box turning into a dark green chest, purple particles floating around it.

As she listened to her surroundings, she opened her enderchest and grabbed a new shirt. Putting it on and rolling the sleeves, she pressed the chest and it turned small again. She thanked the skies for enderchests everyday.

She placed the chest in her satchel and refilled her water bottle. Glancing at the ruined white shirt, her gaze softened.

"You need to stop wearing white, the world won't have enough white sheep." She scolded herself for even remembering him.

As she collected her things and cursed herself in her head, her communicator buzzed for the first time that morning. Pulling on her bow she, grabbed the quiver and placed her cloak back on her, she started her travel again to God knows where.

Trying to ignore her communicator but when a stray skeleton almost shot her, she pulled out an axe and throwing it at the mob, killing it instantly.

She pulled out her communicator, annoyed at the incessant buzzing. She didn't even know who would have that urgent need for a huntress like her.

Well that was a lie, she had faced very desperate people before. So despite just getting paid last night, she opened the message.

"In dire need of help against a tyrant. A friend of mine recommended you. If you accept, please come to L'Manburg. Cords are attached. –President Wilbur Soot"

Her lips parted. She has heard of L'Manburg in her travels but shockingly, she had heard of the name before. Her mind can't seem to stop thinking if it was her old friend that recommended her.

Cersei let out a sigh, she had an inkling that that was the case. And with that thought, despite the dread of seeing her old blood lusted friend, she sent a quick and short message to the said President of L'Manburg.

"Job Accepted."