Protection TechnobladeXOc

Chapter 2:The Song

Exodus set the boy down near the fire that was slowly going out, its light only showering our faces.

"Stay," Exodus ordered the boy. "Now, now. It's time to be silent. We're not just done yet," she said, not looking at him.

"Well—i-i who are you?" he stuttered out. Exodus ignored him.

"H-hey!" He tried to get my attention by grabbing my linen cloak. I flicked his forehead. "That was a warning." Exodus glared at Artah.

"Oh right! I am Artah, and this is Exodus," Artah introduced us. He nodded, still shaken up.

"The real question is, why were you spying on us?" Exodus threatened, his fearful eyes. He tried to get up.

"Nuh-uh," Artah slightly pushed him back down. "We still have stitches to do. I ponder you don't require them," she said in a happy tone. "You get to talk to Exodus while I stitch you up."

The boy responded with a distasteful look on his face. Artah dove into the bag near my bed, which I had laid out earlier that day. In the bag were a needle and stitching thread. She then threw an apple at Exodus. She caught it.

"I suggest you bite down on that apple," she explained. "This will hurt only a little."

I smiled chaotically and shoved the apple in his mouth. Artah stared at me with an annoyed face, and Exodus looked back at her and shrugged her shoulders. She then proceeded to look back at the boy.

"I'm so sorry for this," she said sympathetically.

I'm not, I thought to myself. The child deserved it. Artah proceeded to stick the needle through his skin, saying short apologies each time the needle pierced his skin. I looked at the boy; pain wasn't the only thing in his eyes but also anger. That anger was aimed at me, maybe because of the enjoyment plastered on my face.

"All right, all done!" she said happily. Artah grabbed the bandage from the bag and then wrapped it around the boy's shoulder. She then took the apple out of his mouth.

"I'll go grab some wood for the fire, Artah. It's getting dim," I said, looking towards the fire.

"Okay!" she said. "That just means he and I can talk!" she smiled. Exodus scoffed and looked away towards the oak trees in front of her.

"I suggest you tie him up to the tree now," Exodus said to Artah while walking towards the abundance of trees.

In the middle of a grove stood Exodus. Anger was all she could feel from her stupidity that led her into a place of danger for her younger sister. Exodus rarely spread her wings, but at this moment, flying was the only thing that could calm her down. Her wings were a golden yellow that faded down into white. With a deep breath, she shot herself into the air, passing the treetops. As her wings flapped, she saw smoke and fire that lit up the air. A flag on fire.

"Fuck."

Meanwhile, with the boy and Artah...

Artah ignored Exodus's instructions to tie the boy up.

"All right! Let's get to know each other," she said. He hadn't genuinely said anything yet, and Artah was rather concerned. (I mean, he was technically shot and kidnapped, but you know, plot progression.)

"Hey, it's okay. Exodus is not here," she started to say, putting her hands on his head. "She can be intimidating, but overall, she is great," she tried to reassure him. He then spoke up.

"What do you want with me?" he questioned.

"I have no idea. But I cannot let anyone else be hurt by Exodus's actions. She tends to be overly protective when it comes to the two of us. I mean, we are one of the last of our kind," Artah blabbed.