✧. ┊ 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜︕ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 ✘ 𝚐𝚗︕ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
ʺ 𝐡𝐞𝐲 , 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 ? ʺ
╰┈➤ After being raised in a poor environment, your life met a tragic end. Dying without a place to call home, how pathetic was that?
The only source o...
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Days flashed by in an instant. Before you knew it, it had already been three years since your training started.
You were now eight years old, or physically were.
In the past three years, you were taught and trained on different survival essentials. While your training mostly focused on combat skills, you were taught other basic needs like cooking, hunting, intelligence, and etc.
Scaramouche remained relatively distant and aloof, seemingly only present whenever you needed him for something.
"Snap out of it, doll. Are you even paying attention?" Scaramouche snapped, gaining back your attention.
"Huh?- Oh, yes, sorry." You apologized fast, quickly shaking off the rising embarrassment that was building up.
"Pay attention next time." Scaramouche instructed strictly, continuing his lecture soon after.
Right, you forgot he gave you that nickname a few years back. There wasn't any need to elaborate on it. It was just a stupid nickname he gave you, nothing special about it.
"Put your guns down. Training's over for today." Scaramouche raised his arm, halting you. You immediately lowered your guns as soon as you heard the order.
"Isn't it a little early?" You asked, looking at the sky filled with clouds to check the time.
"We're going into town again. That's all." He replied blatantly harsh. Scaramouche had then turned, walking off to prepare his things and leaving you puzzled.
There were multiple, or at least several times Scaramouche had taken you out to the town nearby. Of course, it's not like he was going to leave an eight year old behind at a camp site. But yet, it felt like it had another underlying meaning that was unknown to you.
After a while, you spotted Scaramouche making his way back. He was holding a leather backpack in his hand, one that wasn't too big nor one that was too small.
"Are we leaving now?" You came up to him.
Scaramouche merely nodded, "Don't wander away from me, stay close. The Fatui can't risk losing you, so don't even bother thinking about running."
You rolled your eyes. He always repeated that whenever you guys went out somewhere, so much you probably had it memorized by now.
The campsite that The Tsaritsa arranged for the two of you was in a Fatui-restricted area, meaning that normal civilians were unable to pass in the area. Luckily, most Fatui maps of Sneznhaya usually missed the area, meaning spies and people who collected intel didn't even know the place existed.
You strolled down the path from the camp to the small town, playfully kicking the snow. You heard Scaramouche's footsteps not too far behind you, watching your every move.
"Stop doing that, you're gonna slip." Scaramouche scolded, crossing his arms as if he was going to be right.
"I'm not going to slip." You retorted with confidence, still kicking the snow.
