-Rosanna's POV-
The girl had seen me; I aimed my bow at her, just in case. As I approached, she backed up- I couldn't say I blamed her.
"Hey! Who are you?" I called out. She didn't say her name.
"Are you alright? What, are you mute or something? Deaf, maybe?" I asked. She shook her head.
"I'm not mute or deaf, and I'm alright. My name is Raven." She had stopped backing up now, so I met her where she was. I shook her hand.
"I'm Rosanna. Nice to meet you, Raven..." I slid my hand away.
"Uh... you wouldn't know how to get out of here, would you?" Raven asked. I shook my head.
"Sadly not. But we'll find a way, trust m-" I broke off as something started to run down my stomach and back. I could see the glint of light reflecting off of a sword as the blood streamed out of the scars. Weakened, I collapsed, using my hands and knees to keep myself up.
"Whoa! H- Hang on!" Raven rushed off, coming back a moment later with leaves and vines. She patched the scars with the leaves and used the vines to keep them in place. I thanked her and shakily stood up for a moment- only to fall back down.
I could see the blood on Raven's hands and soaking through the leaves. The red liquid could still be felt on my stomach and back. Nausea decided this was a good time to take its toll on me, and soon, I was lying on my stomach.
"I... I'll be okay... just go, I'll catch up..." I told Raven weakly. Then, the world went black.
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Fighting Fear
AdventureRaven has been sent to conquer the creator of Fear- but is she up to the task? (This is a rewrite of the previous version.)
