2212 words. Chaotic_GayBitch for you~ (you'll see when you get to the part)
There will come a soldier
Who carries a mighty sword
He will tear your city down
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
"Oh my stars. . ." Incubux gently held Celia's hand up after they had gotten off Dallas, the horse. "Hang on." He walked across the small clearing they stopped at and took out some cloth. He wrapped it around his cousin's dented, cracked and bleeding bone. "We need to find a healer."
"I can g-" Celia was going to sit up.
"No." Incubux lightly pushed her down by her shoulder. He explained why before she could ask, which they both knew she would. "You've been bleeding on a horse for hours after teleporting. Sit."
"Fine. . !"
"Good." Incubux sat next to her and sighed. They both were exhausted.
"Should we sleep?"
"I'll stay up a while."
"Okay." Celia turned over. Incubux draped a cloak over her.
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will tear your city down
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
...
Incubux stood straighter when he heard shuffling behind him. He was standing up, facing Dallas while feeding her. His cousin was in his view so it obviously wasn't her. The shuffling, and footsteps, stopped. "Hello there." Incubux turned around, a hand on his sword just in case.
There will come a poet
Whose weapon is his word
He will slay you with his tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
There was another skeleton, dark boned with magenta and yellow marking on their cheeks which seemed like paint stains. Part of their skull seemed like it acted like floating ink. "H-hey." They greeted.
Oh, so he's male. "Do you perhaps know where the nearest healer is? Besides one in the capital." Incubux asked.
"Why would I tell you?" He was going to walk past. Until a clinking noise got his attention. Incubux was holding up a sack of coins, shanking them lightly. "Fine, but I'm going there anyway so hurry."
Incubux walked over to Celia. "Hey. . ." He gently shook her. She opened her eyes. "Get up. You can rest on the horse." He whispered. She looked past him and sat up quickly, wincing when she used her to sit up. "It's fine, c'mon." Incubux helped her onto Dallas. She laid down on it as Incubux took the horses' reins.
The stranger took the lead.
Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord
He will slay you with his tongue
Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord
...
A few hours had gone by, and Incubux didn't engage in any conversation with the stranger. He could tell by his aura and first expression that he was. . . Salty, was the word he used. By the bag he was carrying, Incubux could tell he was working for Multiverse Mail, a famous lettering business. (And the equivalent of a McDonald's employee for you).
