𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

I can't sleep. I just stare at the fire. I can feel my staff growing stronger. The curse... I can feel the demon lords awakened. That's double bad. Considering... I grip my head. I shouldn't dwell on these cursed thoughts in my brain. I stand up. I pull the blanket up Snow more. I need to think. I need some air.

I start walking in the woods. How do I destroy the staff? Do I destroy myself? Could I ask Arthur to stab me with his sword? Hell, he'd never agree to that. He'd never agree to anything that deals with me self-harming myself. The woods seem so quite at night. Barely a breeze moving them. It's just still.

"I knew we would find each other again." A familiar voice says.

I turn.

"Pasheria." I say.

"Maziroath." She moves forward.

"You're alive." I say.

"Of course. And you're in a human form." There was a dark tone to her voice.

"I had to go undercover." I say.

She moves her hand up my chest. I see my skin changing. I see them turning gray.

"You look much more handsome like this." She smiles.

"Listen, it's been a w-" I start.

But before I could finish, she kisses me.