Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2

Chapter 19

M:   "Hello there Scotty," the stranger said, her voice going soft for the first time. She shakily stood up and walked over to him, "You were so little when you're mother rescued me, I'm not sure you even remember."

She took off her deer skull mask to reveal her face, a black flag with a gold and silver cross, a large scar stretched across her left eye through the middle of her face and ended on her right cheek."It's me, Esha, Celtica rescued me when I was injured from the Short-Lives. I'm the one who treated the draconic Eternal after I saved him from the same fate, I did not know he was yours.

N:   Scotland just looked up from where he was, trying to remember who she was. Although he was young at the time, he did remember his mother taking someone in, a country, but that's as much as memory served him.

However, when she took off her mask, a name did pop up in his head, not her actual name, but one that his younger self gave her. "Òrail (golden)," he whispered, standing up to his full height, "I don't remember much, but I remember the name I gave you, Òrail." Glancing back to Wales he continued, "tapadh leat, thank you for saving my son."

"So you're telling me that Celtica knew about you," England spoke, interrupting the moment, "potentially knowing that you were an Eternal, but didn't say."

 "Why does my mother have to tell you everything," Scotland snapped, "she is not required, nor is it none of your business to know. Don't speak about Ma like she owes you something."

"Fine," the Englishman sighed, raising his arms in defeat, "but you got to see my point here."

M:   Esha glared at England, "As he said, it's none of your business, last I recall it was your people who attacked me, they thought I was a demon and tainted my face, it took me years to figure out a regeneration spell that could regrow my eye!"

She paused for a second, then quickly put back on her mask like she became self-conscious about her scar, "you and your cursed Christianity is the reason why magical creatures like me have been forced into hiding, your followers destroy what they don't understand and try to justify themselves by calling us demons."

Esha's eyes turned bloodshot red, the glow making it look like she didn't have any pupils, and if it weren't for her mask hiding it, a malicious smile etched across her face.

"Looks like I finally get to have my revenge."

Faster than England could react, Esha swiped his face with her wing claws, but unlike the previous guard, she created profound wounds on the country's cheek, so deep that one of the three scratches actually cut into his mouth.

N:   England stumbled back, taken aback in surprise, and he reflexively clasped his mouth. Still in shock, he accidentally breathed in the blood from the cut in his mouth, causing him to double over and choke.

Saxon was on edge the moment Esha put on her mask, subconsciously reaching for one of her arrows the guards left in the room, and the moment he saw England's face turn red, he was onto her. Scotland was the first to react, pushing the Eternal away from his husband, and the entity immediately knocked her down.

Ripping away the mask, he first stomped his foot on her face, temporarily stunning her, and while she was, he punched her right in the throat. Placing a knee on her chest, he used the tip of the arrow to cut a large slit in her right wing, and bent over and pressed his elbow on her throat. "You think you can hurt my son and get away with it," he growled, in his eyes full of anger and borderline madness, and his face a few inches away from Esha's, "well, let me return the favor."