" how troublesome..." Fay said, thinking she exhausted a lot of her energy getting through that barricade of people trying to stop her and Nathan from reaching Camelot.
They also were equipped with her weakness of silver. Using silver bullets to try and take her down. They also tried using smoke grenades, tear gas, etc. on them. Luckily Nathan was smart enough to ask Fay to make hazmat masks for them so they could breath and not be too affected from it. But she didn't know what that was. So just made plaque masks. Didn't work as well.
Fay was holding her arm, she had gotten hit by one silver bullet shot. A wound she couldn't heal with her magic, since it was inflicted upon her by silver. So it'll take time to heal.
She had to use her own sword to cut her wound open to take out the silver bullet imbedded into her. Nathan sowed it back up. Seeing how Fay struggled to do it. The pain clearly was a factor. Nathan learned as a Boy Scout how to do first aid. He also ripped some of his clothing to wrap around her arm.
Disinfection alcohol was poured when doing the sowing, on the needle, and after. How they got this stuff? Well Fay can just magically make it so. Touching some rocks and turning them into whatever they needed. But they used regular alcohol because she didn't know what disinfection alcohol was. Still works all the same.
Both her and Nathan were hiding out in a forest like area.
Fay was resting up against a tree. As Nathan was gathering some firewood to start a fire.
Nathan felt bad for Fay, thinking she must be in so much pain. Seeing her just cringe every time she moved her arm.
" that's enough wood. I can make us a fire" Fay said, using her good arm. Summoning a ball of fire than tossing it into the wood pile.
Nathan sat next to Fay and leaned against her good shoulder. Putting his head against her. Just trying to comfort her.
" Nathan my magic is getting weaker." Fay spoke, causing Nathan to say " what?" Shocked. " what do you mean?"
" in this realm mana is hardly in the air. And there's so much silver everywhere... it's killing me." Fay said, feeling herself grow weaker as the days pass. She didn't want to tell Nathan this or admit it because she didn't want to believe it. But now she can no longer hide it. Feeling her magic draining away with every use. Feeling like every time she casts a spell she never regains the same amount of power as she had before.
" your just tried that's all. And you hardly eat anything." Nathan said, brushing what she said off. Thinking that she's just tired and hungry.
" I'm gonna go find us some food. You just stay here" Nathan said, leaving to go scavenge for anything eatable.
When Nathan returned back he saw Fay was sleeping.
So, he laid down the berries and started to cook up the mushrooms he found. To make mushroom soup.
" Fay... wake up.." Nathan said, shaking her shoulder lightly.
Nathan: " here I made some soup for you" handing the soup to her.
" those mushrooms are poisonous. Those berries are poisonous too. I hope you didn't eat any." Fay said, instantly knowing it. Spending many years in the woods alone by herself.
" they are?" Nathan said, putting down the soup. Good thing he waited to drink it with her.
" here let me turn this stick into-" Nathan cut Fay off saying " NO!" Than said " save your mana, I don't want you to waste it if-" seeing Fay shake her head saying " no, it's alright. We're both hungry anyway. And using a small spell doesn't really do much to me.." Turning the stick into a rabbit.
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A Special Story for myself and you I guess
FanficI know I make a few Smite stories and never seem to finish them. But this time I want to write another one just for me and you can read it too if you want.