"Forget not to show love unto strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. - Hebrews 13:2"
Angels are often claimed to be the guardians and protectors of mankind. They're portrayed to be breathtakingly beautiful. From heart and even...
"Son... You'll be fine..." The faint female voice trembled, breaking at the end as it sounded more like a helpless whimper.
"I'm going to skin her alive!" Another voice was seething with anger and I was shocked a little.
What am I hearing? Who's the 'her'?
I touched the side of my head where the throbbing ache was slowly growing obvious to my somnolent senses.
"Ouch..!" I shrieked in pain when it stung as I accidentally pressed the bulge. Just then, the room dropped silent and all whispers died. That's exactly when it hit me.
HOLY CRAP!
The entire incident (or accident) in the Valerian Woodland gushed into my memory in a swift and the first thing that crossed my mind was the final sight of the giant wolf that I stabbed with my poisoned dagger. It must be suffering in extreme agony right now. Or... It's already dead. That thought immediately caused both guilt and tears to whelm within me as I laid there in regret. My blurry vision caught the sight of a lean silhouette approaching me with speed.
"YOU! It's all YOUR fault! HE WAS TRYING TO PROTECT YOU FROM THAT PACK OF HYENAS!" The silhouette yanked me up by my arm roughly as she spat those words in anger. I simply let her drag me out of the shadow and into the light since I still couldn't properly feel my limbs.
"Look at what you've done! What did he ever do to you to deserve such misery?" I lifted my head towards the direction she was pointing to and saw the familiar figure. Suddenly, I was wide awake.
I crawled hurriedly towards the beast's shivering body and reached for him. For a warm-blooded beast, his body felt as cold as ice and his shimmering snowy feature that I recalled was now almost in a darker shade of blue.
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The poison...
Without hesitating I began scrambling the unfamiliar floor for my belongings when the girl from earlier voiced again.
"What are you doing?" The tone of her voice was enough to imagine her anguished expression but still, I looked up at her face to directly meet the boiling rage.
"My things..." I spoke.
"WHAT??" She scooted closer to hear me properly. I was surprised how she was still willing to hear me out despite the anger. So, I said a little louder.
"My things- Where are they? I... I can help him with them!" I managed to say.
I could sense her hesitation clearly but she shook it off as her eyes shifted to the opposite side of the room. A slightly older woman reached the slab above and retrieved my backpack. She placed it on the floor and sat by the beast, gently stroking his crown while he exhaled low growls of pain. Although I couldn't completely grasp the picture of the entire situation at that moment, I could still think of one single thing. The last hope I had left.
