Who Are You?

Arc 3.15 - Luther Abravel

A/N:
I've had that cliff/river scene written down for literal years! It's nice to have let it go now. Side note— my finals are finally overrrr god I was dying from back to back exams! So stressful!
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Reid felt like he was dying from the inside. The longer Luther went by unconscious the more he felt his heart ripping away.

But Reid waited it out. He would wait forever if he had to.

His eyes stayed stuck on Luther's unmoving form on the ground, never straying off. He sat on the side, knees bent supporting his tilted head over loosely crossed arms. A sheathed sword entrapped in the middle of his hugging form. His shadow cast a lonely figure, flickering alongside the light of the fire.

Reids eyes shifted to the cave entrance coldly.

Luther needs a doctor.

Though the older man looked stable and didn't show any signs of pain or fever. He wasn't waking up. Why wasn't he waking up?

Reid buried his head in his arms, his thoughts racing down a spiral. Anger swirled around his chest.

The Commander was betrayed by the men who fought and followed him into battle. Fucking bastards. How many of them had the audacity to do this? To point their swords at him?

Each and every one of them has already been marked in Reids heart. They will die soon enough. Their blood will spill. Their pain will triple over a hundred times just from the amount they've inflicted upon Luther.

His teeth gritted, his hands clenching down on his arms. Darkness trickled through his golden irises.

By the end of the third day, Reid dressed himself and Luther back up in their now dried clothes. Though slightly damp, and smelling like smoke, it was better than what they came with.

Reid realized very well he had to keep Luther safe and underground before he fully understood the true situation and assailants. No one is to be trusted. And until he finds out more information, the zenith regiment is an enemy.

Crouching on the ground, he observed the landscape. He spotted out tracks of human activity. Eyes calculating how old and in what direction the tracks led. He reached out to bush, a broken branch hanging on by a thread.

Runners were most likely scattered around trying to locate a body.

Using the night as preventative cover, he lead his horse to travel towards a town not too near but not too far from the forest.

If they don't find a body then there were several villages in between the town and the Bordill area to keep them guessing for some time.

Though not for long.

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A cloaked individual silently walked in through the back entrance of a dilapidated shop. The shop keeper immediately went on guard at the sight of the seemingly tall figure shrouded in darkness. Although the shopkeeper was a simple man he had the intuition to sense a threat when it approached.

The shopkeeper discreetly grabbed ahold of his crossbow from under the counter, ready to shoot if need be.

Until a fat, round, shiny gold coin was placed in front of him. The shopkeepers demeanour immediately changed, greedy eyes glinting at the man.

The striking golden eyes barely visible from the cloaks hood hid his inner scoff from the shopkeeper.

"I hear your network goes far."