The tall man took the love of his life's face in his hands and gave her a direct look, which she knew meant that he had a plan. What he didn't know however, was that she had one as well, or at least a vague atmosphere of one.
She held his serious gaze with determination flooding through her veins, more than she had ever had.
"You should go away, okay? You could run far away from here, maybe to a nice island on the other side of the ocean, because they will hunt you down here on the mainland." His grip tightened as his heart splintered into more and more pieces, the shards pricked into all parts of his chest. "When the war breaks out, you could come back and fight."
Defiance clawed at her vigorously like a wild animal, and she was very sure that everything he had just said would go in one ear and pop out the other. What he wanted her to do was simply a rubbish suggestion according to her and she would not have it. But she played along for the time being.
She glanced over to the dead body and frowned. "What are you going to tell them, Gil?"
"I don't think they'll care about what I tell them, they will spin it in a way that's beneficial to them." He let her go slowly, shrugging his shoulders a bit.
Her senses tingled and the hairs on her arms stood up when she looked at the corpses. The Scotii had no reason to come after her, so why had they? This wasn't just an attack on some strangers, she had seen the killing weapons on the assassin's belt. He was originally from Araluen as well, something was just not adding up. She felt as if she was walking into a room not knowing there was someone behind the door with a wooden plank, about to hit her in the head and she couldn't see them.
She ran a hand over Gilan's cheek, with a sad smile on her lips. "Crowley is probably wondering where I am, I should get back to him."
"You're not staying at the castle?" he raised a brow, "and you're spending time with Crowley?"
"Oh yeah," she grinned and called for Vacker, then continued when the shining black horse came trotting over, "you know, he told me I was his favorite Ranger, you lost pretty boy."
She winked. Gilan had absolutely no idea what to do with that information and was left with his jaw on the floor. He knew Crowley had always favoured his apprentice over the others, he loved to father over her a bit, but he hadn't thought the commander would ever actually step up.
Crowley. Of course. Sometimes she forgot he was the corps commandant, because he was so laid-back and humorous. She had been at the church with him, when the hooded attackers came. Her heart crunched, her face along with it.
The tall man looked with curious worry over to the girl, she seemed as if she has just been delivered a punch to the stomach. And he knew what that looked like on her, at least once every mission in the first year, someone would deliver a blow to her gut. "What's wrong?"
She closed her eyes and cursed to herself violently. When she opened them again, she shook her head and swung swiftly onto the back of her dark mare. "A lot."
As she galloped into the distance, Gilan watched her and considered following her, to find out more about where she was staying. But, he feared that he'd be followed, after all he'd been gone a little while already and Enox did not seem like a patient woman. He didn't really know when he'd see his former apprentice again, by this time he should've been used to it, but still he turned into the impatient young boy who couldn't wait until his father came home from battle. He was already somewhere in the woods, trying to find them, but not that wasn't what he was going to do this time. There was something he had to take care of.
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