Fifty Five

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Short chapter this time... :p
TW: Swearing, Death, weapons, gore.

Pine was too late.

Too late.

"Damnit!" She screamed as they saw what had happened. "Damnit..." they muttered as she took in the damage.

No tears fell.

No sobs echoed.

A familiar numbness swept over them.

Into the abyss she fell, the calm gone.

Now the storm.


The hermits hear a scream. They saw Pine fly down and fall. To be honest, they expected tears, anger.

Not the look of blankness.

Not the look of someone who just had their world ripped away.

Not the look of a person who had experienced loss yet again.

A boom of thunder shook the air. Lightning cracked the sky in half and wind began to swirl rapidly.

Pine stood up and looked around.

She took out Ember's sword from her sheath. They hadn't had a chance to give it to him.

They looked at it before stabbing it into the ground. Making sure it was wedged into the earth good, the put her own sword in its sheath and sighed.

A deafening silence filled the air.

Why no hermits spoke, no one knew.

Well, until it spoke up.

"Join us, Pine."

A chuckle as a sword flew through the air.

A wet sound as a body hit the floor.

[GoodTimesWithScar was slain by PineappleWing]

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