Jill looked through the crack of her door, dressed in her night gown. She watched as her father sat at his table, his two war buddies sitting there as well. A candle was lit, illuminating the room. Her mother approached the table the group of men sat at, carrying a tray with a bottle of wine on it. Her mother yelped when her father turned around and grabbed the bottle of wine.
"Took ya long enough!" Her father scolded as he took a sip from the bottle. He sighed after swallowing the drink, looking at the woman with a stink eye. "How long was I supposed ta wait, y'slug?!"
"I-I'm sorry!" Her mother apologized. For what, Jill would wonder with anger. She watched as her father got up from his chair. Her mother backed away as the father approached her, grip on his cane tightening. "N—now, now, you proved your—AH! AAAAHHHH! AAAHHHH!!!!!"
"It'sh because you're Thish way that Jill'sh turning out the way she ish!!!" Her father shouted as he beat the woman with his cane. Her mother flinched with each hit, her father's friends chuckling at the sight. "Don't ya shee that?! Discipline her!!!"
"I'm going to take a piss."
One of her father's friends spoke, standing up. He stared at the cracked door, spotting the girl. Jill quickly turned around and ran to grab the broom beside her bed, a look of fear on her face. She ran back to the door, quickly sliding the broom through door handle and the metal latch on the wall. She began to sweat as she held the broom in place.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
"Feh......"
Jill teared up as she held onto the broom. Each knock had become more violent and Jill didn't want what her father's friends wanted. Not again.....she didn't want it again. Her body began to heat up in worry, hands becoming slick with sweat. The knocking stopped and Jill could hear the man walking away. But even hearing him retreat wasn't enough to convince her. She left the broom in the door handle, keeping the door locked.
She backed away from the door, her heart beating fast. She looked back at her bed, spotting the cloak that belonged to the swordsman. The dirty piece of cloth rested on her bed, standing out from the blankets. She made her way over to the bed, grabbing the cloak before wrapping it around her. Instead of laying on the bed, she sat down and leaned against it. The moonlight shining down through her window.
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In the distance, she could hear the swordsman yelling.
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"Mister Swordsman?"
It was early in the morning when Jill left her home, leaving the village before anyone was awake, carrying a bag of food. She had an idea where the kind swordsman was hiding. It was a windmill just outside the village. Her suspension was proven right, for the swordsman sat against the old mill's wall, the giant weapon he wielded resting in his lap with his arms draped over it.
The wooden pillars were cleaved in half yet had not fallen over, and holes were now in the mill's walls, letting sunlight pear in. She could see dark spirits slowly disappearing as the sun rose. Gulping, Jill closed the door behind her and slowly approached the swordsman who snored.
"Uh......." Jill stopped in front of the sleeping warrior. She slowly reached out her hand but stopped herself when his head turned to the side. Fresh cuts decorated his exposed arms, blood leaking out of his wounds. He was covered in sweat and looked as if he was running a fever. "Ah........?"
"You probably don't wanna be here...." Jill's eyes widened as Merlin slowly crawled out from behind Guts's neck. The fairy leaned against his neck as she sat down, a small frown on her face. "He might not.....take you very well."
"Huh?" Jill hummed before holding her mouth, hoping she didn't accidentally wake the swordsman. She looked back at the fairy before whispering. "Why's that?"
"He's fought in Artoria's army. Vortigern's army consisted of....." Merlin looked at the girl before sighing. "He may not take to seeing a.......Saxon when he first wakes up too kindly."
".......is it alright if I stay? I don't mind the danger..." Jill smiled at the fairy before looking at the sleeping man. ".....I feel safer with him......."
".........fine." Merlin sighed, making Jill smile with a blush. The girl slowly crept forward, unclipping the cloak around her and putting it over the swordsman like a blanket. Merlin pulled the cloak close to her before looking back at the girl. "....don't wake him though.......he rarely has the chance to sleep......."
'A black swordsman with a fairy......' Jill thought as she sat beside the swordsman, looking at him with a smile. She barley knew him, this man who was clad in black. Yet.....something told her he was a kind man. 'A warrior who lives in a different world.....fighting against supernatural beings......his world is different from the one I know.......'
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I would have put this in the last chapter before I published it, but felt as if it deserved it's own chapter.
Whenever I see Jill sitting with Guts's cloak around her, I somehow think it's like Guts when he sleeps with his sword.
