The Archers Mark (on hold)

Miss The Truth

Stars pov.

I left my Division to their own devices trusting them enough to get everything they want or need without me.

What I needed was to find my dagger and whip.

Normally it would be tucked away in my black sash with my quiver, however my quiver was lost when I fell in the water which made me sad because I've had that one for the 6 months I've been here. However I lost it, again. Same for my bow. And my armor. And my dignity, And pretty much anything left that I may have had, was gone too. Again.

I sighed as I hobbled out of the view of the ship I was leaving. I gripped my side and walked over to a tree leaning on it taking deep sharp breaths. I looked down at the growing black and purple bruise where my ribs where.

Marco didn't heal my ribs, My back was healed but that was pretty much from Hinds's medicine that she had put on my back a while ago.

Not from Marco himself. His devil fruit doesn't help much at all. At least not for me.

Oh well, he helped Jordan. He helped her.

I grimaced as I looked up towards the cobblestone path that led to the village, The people looked more alive than I've seen them. Well they were alive like this once before, When Roger and his crew came through.

But that ended quickly after we told them that rogers crew cause our deaths.

I watched with faint amusement as they scurried to and from different stores for the party tonight. I'm glad they're accepting the Whitebeards however most of them didn't know that the party will be for the Pirates. Or the fact they all would be spilling their deepest secrets tonight.

I frowned at the realization that I couldn't walk right through town and check The Tavern for my weapons like I planned. If I did that too many people would stop and stare at me.

And that is the least of what I want right now. It's bad enough Marco and the other Whitebeard pirates saw my scars already. I didn't want that. I didn't want to slip out of my armor, I didn't want to reveal myself to them, I did however want to die.

I shook my head at that thought and pushed myself off the mossy tree and kept walking just in between the tress and the pathway. I stayed out of the eyesight of the villagers and was able to keep using the trees as something to push off and keep me from falling as I moved.

I kept walking pushing myself deeper in the tree lines away from the busy villagers changing my course towards the castle. I needed to make it to the armory which was just inside the castle in-between the War room and the training hall, and hopefully we had someone there who wouldn't be a complete dick.

As I walked I let my footsteps and pain just carry me passed Hinds's Tavern, passed the Whipping stand and passed the path that Villagers where crowding down to get to the castle early enough.

I frowned and let out a loud frustrated groan, as I saw the crowd. I couldn't cross over to get to the castle doors. I frowned and leaned against a large tree that stood directly in front of the castle gates. Holding myself where ever I could.

I looked over to my left where Comets body was and only saw the faint stain of blood as nothing else was there.

I then shook my head and looked to the right where Jordan's body was split open. I frowned and looked away. However my eye caught a mark of the older more trained War beast. Genreal Spears's personal one.

I shook my head in distaste at that mark and frowned as I moved back and watched the villagers all in dresses or some kind of suits, or clean clothes enter the courtyard. Well the burnt grass and crumbling walls that I described yesterday.