amaranthine || oc drabbles

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; DRABBLE ZERO ;

In the end what you fought for was lost. Your whole fleet was down and dead; maybe a few survivors but not a lot. The Nohrians were ruthless while they slayed your Hoshidan friends. Hell, you would even call some of them family. You could hear them talking and you were the subject. Your life was on the line and they would tell your fate. You would live and become a prisoner or you would go out with a sword in gut, joining your allies in their never-ending sleep.


Your Silver Naginata was at your feet but you couldn't pick it up; too busy with covering the wound near your midriff that caked your hand in an crimson substance. Your Pegasus was gone, escaped the horrifying scene while she still could. It was for the better; she could tell the royal family about your failure of protecting the kingdom. The smell of blood filled your nostrils and you would describe it as ''utterly sickening.'' You weren't accustomed to seeing the life wine that filled your vines out of your body unlike them.

Them being the people who talked out whether you got to live or not. Like they were the judges of who got to live and who got to die. You knew that all Nohrians weren't blood thirsty hellions, but most of them sure seemed like that, especially in this situation. The tips of your mouth lowered into a small frown as you listened to them discuss it. A few of them gave you pity glances which was giving you the sign that they were leaning towards your death more than keeping you as a prisoner. Death did seem nicer than being on stone cold floors for the rest of your life.

As you looked down at the ground a pair of worn dark gray boots filled your vision. Protests erupted from the crowd of Nohrian soldiers telling her to leave the Hoshidan trash alone and turn back. Your forest green orbs looked up at the female, she had an light pink hair, fuchsia hues, and a melancholy smile. By the large pointy hat that laid upon her head you could tell that she was a Witch. Though her attire was different from the Witch class uniform. A dark gray cloak, ruffly blouse, and pleated skirt that went to her knees.


"Why the glum face?" She questioned, the saddening smile still on her features. Your nose scrunched up and you scoffed, green orbs looking another direction away from the pinkette. This could possibly the most emotion you've shown in years. "It's about whether you'll die, right?" She tilted her head, that sad smile still on her features. Your lips pursed and your short hair tickled your jawline as it flowed through the wind. "I'll take that as a yes." The female chuckled solemnly as her dark pink hues stared into your vivid green ones.


"My name is Merlina, but please call me Merlina," She answered and proceeded to ask the next question: "What's your name? I would like to know."


Your slightly plumped lips opened and four letters escaped from your vocal cords:
"Yasu."