Felden Arc

Chapter ?: The Falina

The fire fought off the darkness . . . And the mosquitos. Lucan had two sticks parallel to each other and a stick on top of them. The stick on top pierced three rotten fleshes. If you were to look from afar, it seemed he was cooking the rotten flesh in hopes to eat it.

Though that scene could change as Lucan had an iron sword hovering above the fire, it piercing a raw pork chop, so maybe he was sane.

He was surrounded by jungle forests. The night's lights going through the thick, green leaves.

Lucan muttered some curses directed to Felden officials.

"If only I wasn't caught," he thought. "Maybe I still would've been--"

A rustle among the trees was heard.

This stopped Lucan's train of thought and he listened to his surroundings more attentively. Another rustle, then another and they seemed to get closer to him. But the noises stopped, but Lucan didn't relax. He waited and tightened his grip on his sword's hilt.

Then he heard it: a jump.

Lucan rolled away backwards just in time as a dark figure landed beside the fireplace. He readied his sword, which still had the pork chop impaled upon it.

As soon as the figure landed, it charged on Lucan. The figure had two iron blades. One on each hand with one being shorter than the other.

The figure was quick and immediately landed a hit with it's foot on Lucan's chest and he fell down, all the breath in his lungs knocked out.

He tried to get up but the figure hovered one of it's swords on Lucan's throat, stopping him.

"You've gotta be the worst necromancer I've seen." Said the figure, it's voice feminine.

"Sorry to disappoint you," said Lucan, looking for a way out of the situation he was in. "But this was just a trap!"

He kicked the figure on her femur, making her fall back and roll away in front of the fire. Lucan got up and readied his fists in the absence of his sword.

"And what were you trying to catch?" The figure asked.

"Necromancers," replied Lucan. "Like yourself!"

He charged, but he forgot that he was fighting in the dark and he barely had any sight more than a meter away from his fire. The figure simply sidestepped and Lucan fell face first on the ground, the smell and taste of dirt teaching him.

"I'm not a necromancer, you idiot!" The figure said. "I'm hunting them!"

"So am I!"

Lucan pulled out a stick that's front had caught fire and brought it in front of the figure, revealing who she was. There she was, someone with a thin black garment that reached just above her knees, chestnut hair that that fell beyond her shoulders and velvet ears that stuck out from her head, giving her a look of a cat. Lucan even caught a glimpse of jade-green eyes before she shielded her face from the torch.

"A felina?" Said Lucan in wonder.

"A human?" The other said, getting used to the light and seeing Lucan in the eye.

For a moment, there they stood, staring at each other, Lucan's blue eyes into the felina's green ones.

"That would explain the poor eyesight." She said nonchalantly as if she wasn't fighting with the human a minute ago.

"Oh, my eyesight is bad? You attacked me first!" Lucan retorted.

"Only because you had all this -- this stuff!"