TO BE FOUND IS TO BE BOUND, TO YOUR GOD | Mother Miranda X Fem!Knight Reader

༉‧₊˚. JUST THE BEGINNING.

Breathe.

Eugen repeats in her head, yet her heart was pounding in her ears like a drum. She does not remember how she has come to this situation. Her frame is covered in blood, not knowing if it was her's or the lycan's that she brutally bashed its brains in with a brick, or if it was from her mauled father. She didn't remember, yet everything came back like flash bangs.

Eugen shivered as she curled up against the wood of the shed. Her clothing was torn, rips and tears in the fabric as she is barefooted. Her beautiful tan skin now scarred, and frosted. Her lips were practically blue. She looked at the remains of blood and debris on her worn hands.

Ah, how she remembers.

— 3 DAYS BEFORE. —

Blood, warm red blood, dripping down her forehead. Eugen's fingers touch it and her heart runs cold. Her eyes flicker across the cabin, watching everything burst aflame, her mutilated father on the floor, and her sister fending herself with a pan.

Before she can really process each chaotic thing, teeth dig into her shoulder, the grip tight like a pit bull's as a lycan tries to remove a chunk of flesh. Eugen screamed at the top of her lungs, growling at the same pitch of this animalistic thing. Her hands fumbled around, ripping a brick from the wall out of pure adrenaline. She raised the brick, she saw the light leave the lycan's eyes as it watched the brick land on its skull.

Eugen raises the brick again, dripping with blood, and slams it back down on the lycan's skull. She continued this repetitive bashing, blood splattering on her hands and the floor. Eventually she's grown tired, dropping the brick on the stone floor and watching it break and turn into rubble. The fire is catching, she felt the warmth creeping on her neck. Her arms wrap around her sister, sprinting as fast as the speed of light outside of the house.

She was confused, scared, and all bloody and bruised. A scar went across her eye, across her nose as well. The corner of her mouth was split open and oozing blood. Wherever she went it reeked of the iron stench of blood and ash. Eugen held her sister, only 14 years old. So young, and her whole life just fell upon her like that.

"Sister." Minerva croaked, burying her face in her sister's chest. Her cheeks were red as her eye ducts were like a waterfall, flowing with tears.

"Minerva," Eugen panted, continuing to sprint. Her legs were weakening, the adrenaline rush she has gotten from that burning house was wearing out, and she was tired. Yet, her sobbing sister was in her arms, and she was determined to retreat to safety.

She remembered Luiza's humble home, how often she visited and how well she knew her. Luiza was like a mother to her almost, she adored her.

"We shall retreat to Luiza's house." Minerva finally looked like she had some light in her eyes, it gave the two sisters hope. Distant roaring, not too far from them, began getting louder as Eugen's legs grew faster.

Another lycan, roaring while blood and drool dribbled down his chin from his mouth which bared his teeth. He held his red rich axe in the air, waving it around before charging at the two girls. His fangs dug into Minerva's skin, shoving Eugen to the floor and making her tumble.

A loud screech echoed throughout the field of vast snow, blood seeping from her neck. Eugen stumbled forward and in a fit of rage, beat the lycan's head in with his own axe.

She turned to look at her sister, who laid in a pool of her own blood. Her jaw dropped, along with her heart down to her core. Her legs gave out on her, dropping to her knees as she crawled on all fours to her sister, her baby.

"Oh, Minerva. No, no!" Eugen cried out, taking her in her arms as her sister's tears, now belonged to her. Like an overflowing bucket, Eugen sobbed, her deep breaths quivering. "My baby!"

— PRESENT. —

That sound rung in her head like a bell, yes, she remembered that day like if it was the back of her hand. It haunted her, it haunted her deeply. She sometimes could still see the silhouette of her sister lying on the ground, snow in her hair, blood pooling beneath her with a large gash on her neck.

Just as her lip began to quiver and tears enter her eyes, the faint sound of rustling comes from the front of her.

Now, Eugen is not a religious one, but being forced into it from a very young age, she believed. Yet she carried something inside her which told her that the god who they worshipped, was never a god, but instead a power-hungry beast who delegates her burden onto the villagers.

A black feather comes into view, then another. They sway in the air before falling into the snow. Eugen reaches out to pick one up, but then a shadow casts over her. She looks up with wide eyes, as if she has went into shock. Her heart pounds like a drum on her chest, loud in her eardrums.

Eyes the color of icicles look down at Eugen, an unknown intent behind them yet it carried some amusement. A human, living this long with no food or water, a strong one at that. Golden talons reach out to Eugen, her hand opening slowly as if she was giving the frail woman an offer.

Eugen doubted, looking at the woman with ten wings, feathers as black as night and a golden mask which resembled a crow's. She was suspicious of this 'god' who everyone knew and worshipped, yet she was so mysterious. But like a magnet, her hand drew out and reached for the woman who remained silent.

It was like she shook hands with the devil's red right hand.

- CHAPTER 1 | END.