The Witch : The CresentSon Chronicles

Chapter 2

They ran.
Leo carried her cradling the wound as Robin had the girl's satchel. They carried her to Robin's room. Running through the servant's quarters everyone stared. This wasn't normal. Yet no one bothered to question their soft hearten deed. When they reached her room, Leo put here on Robin's bed.

"Keep applying pressure to the wound. I'll go get John." He said quickly before running out. She did what she was told. Watching patiently as the girl's stomach rose and fell for his return.

"What's keeping him?!" she wondered aloud. The door flew open as Robin looked up with hope, yet the male wasn't there.

"What's this?!"

The woman's red hair caused a spark in Robin's heart. How she was the last person she needed to see. "We found her by the Sycamore tree near the cliff." Robin responded. "So you went beyond castle grounds at night. And without permission." she said letting her voice play with the words.
She was still breathing. Softly. "A chicken got out."
"You used that excuse last time."
Before she could rebuttle, Leo came back in with the physician.
"I'm gonna need all of you out." he said. Robin glared as she let the flame escape gliding across the floor. Someone else held the wound when Robin let go. As Leo put on a mask as he looked at her.

"You should've got here faster."
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The kitchen may not have been the best place to go at the time. Robin washed the blood off her hands. The room smelled of bread, fish, spices, and now blood. It made her noxious all over again. She went out the back door they kept hidden for so long. It was a full moon. Four months until the Whitefrost. The busiest time of the year. The grass would trade colors with the clouds. They sky would have a lighter color until snowfall.
The grass.
"Grandmother, the grass! It looks like powdered sugar!" A petite worker ran out the quarters. When your born, you gain more than your parent's looks.
Their history
Their point of view
Their title.
"Yes now hurry, sweetie"
She looked down and got on her knees. Draping herself over the grass she found her home. She closed her eyes feeling the soil on her skin.
Her heartbeat slowed feeling the breeze on her toes.
The world is changing. Can you feel it Robiken?
"Yes." the word was more of threat than a response.
The keepers aren't satisfied. We refuse to cherish what they given and what their descendants left for us.
The way her grandmother spoke never made sense. Nor did the words she said. Her mother never explained it to her. Like it never mattered.

Not long until the skies paint themselves pale
Her nose kissed the ground. What she felt wasn't new...but always felt foreign. It was a way she was taught to be one with herself.

But the power she felt ranged through her body.

Like a warning.

Like a cry.

She then turned over and jerked her body up. Wiping the dirt off of her she saw Leo standing there.
Watching
"I'm sorry." he went over to her. "I didn't want to break your focus." She felt her chest rise and decend as her heart began to pound through her body. She never realised how his presence made her loose her chain. He wore the same mask that haunted hear being for days to come. The beak never made her feel comfortable.  Yet she felt better.
"How's-"
"Better. She might wake up."
Robin stood wiping dirt and grass off of her. She walked inside with Leo trailing behind her. They walked through the kitchen and into the halls. When they reached her room Robin placed her hand on the knob. "Wait."
Leo's thumb brushed under her eyes. Then on the bottom of her lip. "You had dirt there." she playfully smaked his shoulder. "Then tell me." She opened the door and saw the maiden sleeping. Her breaths weren't strong but they were weak enough to keep her alive. Stepping in soundlessly, she sat near her. "Do you know her?" Leo sat stood next to her peering over her shoulder. "No. You?" "Nope." There's no crime helping someone you don't know, but what they can bring can't always give you comfort.
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Endora pieced together that she didn't die in cold blood. She heard voices. Some pleasant, some not so much. When her breathing improved she woke up. The ceiling was rugged. Small patterns implanted in the walls in attempt to take away the fact they showed how they viewed ones beneath them. There were candles. She was surprised the candles didn't give off any smoke. She tried sitting up. Something warm on her back alarmed her as a sharp pain welcomed her.
When her eyes adjusted she saw a man in a robe. Like the ones doctors wear. It was a pure black. The person next to him was female. She wore a short sleeve shirt and long pants. They were both tan. They worked in the sun.
"How do you feel?" he asked. His eyes were brown. Like small hazel nuts.
"Better." she said quietly. "You hit your head pretty hard." she added. She had dirt on her nose. Her hair was brown. Dark brown. Endora felt the back of her head. There was a bandage around it and tucked under her hair. "Unfortunately we didn't do it under the specific set of stars. Although there wasn't any complications." the man added.
"Can you tell us who you are?" the woman asked. " I'm.." she stopped herself. She lost it. Her identity. It was removed. Trapped in her mind. She thought about it. The more she did, the more it brought pain. Her head was pounding as she held it.
"Are you okay?" he asked again holding her head for her. "I don't know." she said her throat slightly scratchy. "You don't know what?" the woman asked.
"My name." she said as if in a cry.
"I don't know. I can't remember. "