Darkness On The Edge Of Town

Chapter 2: Circe Oleander

A numerous amount of people, not too much and not too little, lived casually at a port near the Meremoth forest. And it was a perfect place to hide. 'She' wore a long bronze hood and a face mask to hide her identity. Her name was Circe. "Excuse me, miss oleander!" A fisherman whispered, catching the young girl's attention. Circe happily waved to him greetings. "Anything wrong, guys?" She whispered graciously to the older fisherman. He paused, scratching his long white beard before taking a breath. The man's face frowned heavily. "Well, there was a strange boy near the docks who, at least last time I saw him, was unconscious! If you want, you could find out a bit more about the situation..." he trailed off, darting his eyes suspiciously. Circe nodded, fixing herself up and running gracefully through down the docks. The smell of fish guts, buckets of crawdads, and sea salt had been a real place like home. At least it was better than Histubaki's drug ring... or that shady ship! 'It couldn't have been a crewman, right?' a thought pulses as she gets closer and closer towards the end of the dock. Her heart pumped a little bit faster at this point. "Is he dead" an old woman whispered worriedly to a store owner, equally curious about the situation.

"Wait! Look, he's breathing!" A young girl shouted to her boyfriend. The crowd backed away slowly, and Circe took it as a sign to help out. She stormed over and pulled out two dual axes defensively. "Everyone please stand back!" Circe shouted, clashing her axes together to create sparks. She finally got a good look at him. He looked at least 19, with matted medium length white (unusual, considering his age) hair. He wore a torn grey dress shirt and dirty blue shorts. His skin was reddening, which was most likely due to sun burn and blood leaked through wounds on his back and feet. The boy stirred, but hissed in pain Everytime he moved. "Help...please. help me..." the stranger makes out through chapped lips, his voice tired and full of sorrow. A twinge of guilt panged at Circe, and very slowly, she puts her weapons back under her cloak. "Hey what's your name?" She asks, helping him stand up. His face is scratched up, and his bright blue peepers are bloodshot and puffy. How long has this boy been crying!? "I.... Cairo....my..." he trails off, holding his head and gritting his teeth. "Cairo? Like the Di Cairo mansion that had burned down months ago!?" She asks a bit suspiciously. He nods, But suddenly his knees buckle from beneath him. "AHH! S-s-sorry." The boy slurred out. A sympathetic looks flashes on Circe's face. 'she' must've been running all night' she thought to herself. "You could come with me, sir. I'll clean you up and we can discuss this further." She explains, patting him on the back. He nods slowly coughing up a bit of blood.

The two start walking to Circe's home, when they were bumped by a pedestrian. "Whoa! Hey, watch it!" She yells, turning around to a green haired boy with dark blue eyes. "I see you haven't changed a bit, scout!" She yells, shaking her head.

But, why did he seem so familiar to cairo?

Wait....