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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 - ᴀᴄʜɪʟʟᴇꜱ.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 —
ᴀᴄʜɪʟʟᴇꜱ
ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏɴᴇ — ᴏᴍᴇɴꜱ

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EVEN DEATH SEEMED
to touch down where the sea met with the land, crashing against rocks as bodies swayed back and forth with what was once an angry current. It was clear they weren't the only ones affected by the storm and luckily enough, they had found a temporary shelter where the earth formed the entrance of a cave to spend the night.

The sand sunk beneath her boots as she crossed the beach and crept towards the rock in the shape of a wall, division one half of the beach from the other.

She could hear voices from a distance, taste death on her tongue. Smell the salt that lingered in the air with a bitter copper.

Freyja reached up, grasping the edge of a rock a little higher than her head and carefully pulled herself up with gritting of her teeth.

She glanced towards Uhtred who'd somehow already found himself perched on the rocks, peering over them towards the sightless scenery on the other side.

Slowly, Freyja was able to settle down beside him.

Bodies laid lifeless across the shore, some trapped between the mindless rhythms of water sloshing back and forth, others sprawled the sand having been washed up from the current, waiting patiently for the sun to dry them out and the earth to embrace their rotting corpses.

What was left of few wrecked ships scattered the beach in piles of debris and only few had survived long enough to search through it all, collecting what could be salvaged.

"Don't just pull at the bugger, you'll have it torn." The man on the horse ordered a few of those who lived, his accent foreign against Freyja's ears.

"We'll use his horse to get us back." Uhtred confirmed, his eyes pinched against the harsh glare of daylight as he looked across the ways seperating them and the stranger.

"And you plan on walking over and just asking him for his horse?" Freyja's eyes twinkled in amusement, though she had no doubt that her brother could get away with it.

Uhtred had a way with words - he was able to convince people of things that was possibly far beyond anyone's imagination. While Freyja preferred to fight her way out of things - her brother could talk.

"Why not?" Uhtred grinned wickedly, glancing over her briefly as he concluded how pale she looked beneath the sun's light.

Throughout the night — he had to change the bandaging a number of three times due to how much blood it had collected - it was a wonder how Freyja was still standing.

Without another word, he patted Freyja's injured shoulder, hearing her groan that faded into a grim laugh as he stood and climbed his way down the rocks, stepping foot over the other side.

He waited for her at the bottom, his arm stretching out and taking a hold of her elbow to make sure she made it safely down.

"How much for your horse?" Uhtred held his chin high as he stared at the nameless man, cutting him off mid sentence.