Comatose | Sequel To: Enigma |

Ch.1 - Rumors

A/N: This is mainly to help explain what happened to Mira through the years. Hope you enjoy!

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- 7 Years Later- (10 Human Years in total since the deal was made) (20 Dwarven Years since the deal was made)
Enmira is 200
Thorin is 215

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Loud booms of thunder and crashes of lightning sound to accompany this heavy storm. The rain falls hard, excited to ruin the day of almost everyone here on this earth. Unless of course you're like me. I particularly enjoy this kind of weather. It matches my sour mood quite well and it gives me an excuse, to keep my hood on. I stomp through the muddy road, my eyes fixed on the only decent tavern here. Leafstop Mug. Not the best name I know. But I as long as I get to hear the daily gossip with some warm food, I'm not complaining. I saunter through the open door, not bothering to place my coat on the rack since the floor has puddles of liquor. Laughter and howls fill the air and this place is as lively like always.

I grunt and take my usual seat in the dark corner, nodding towards the familiar waitress. She's seen me here more than a few times and isn't the one to ask questions. I doubt she even knows I'm a woman, due to the way I carry myself. No woman here knows how to handle a weapon and they sure as hell, don't know how to dress properly. I sigh and wipe my muddy boots on the floor, the extra filth is unnecessary. Minutes later she's coming out from behind the bar, carrying a small tray of bread and cheese with a mug of alcohol. She doesn't stay to talk and moves over to another awaiting customer. I waste no time, in digging in. Satisfied with the feel of something hot going down to greet my hungry belly. It growls in delight and I take another bite, keeping my eyes up to search for anyone suspicious. It's so hard to pin point the spies now a days. After what happened to- I clear my throat and take a swig of the beverage when anger starts to rise. Now isn't a good time to think about that. Just as I'm about to take another bite, some woman decides to sit in the chair opposite me. A hobbit. She can't see my face, due to the hood and must think I'm a Dwarf.

There's a small blush on her cheeks and she nearly falls out of the seat. Looks like someone had too much to drink. Her clothes are all wrinkled and she has no problem, in showing what she has. Disgusting. I eat my food in annoyance, not liking how this is starting to happen more often. The hopeless woman here always flirt when they see me, thinking that I'm just some mysterious warrior playing hard to get. They wouldn't dare come to me if they saw my face. Not to mention my gender. The scar over my eye, has fully formed so now it doesn't look as menacing but still has affect. I watch her pointless flirting through my cover and slowly chew on my food. She suddenly reaches over, in order to touch my own hand suggestively. I just lost my appetite.

"You're always so mysterious. Never showing your face... Not a single word comes from your mouth." She bites her lip and finally pulls away, now I won't have to smell her horrid breath. Although, for someone that drunk she can speak pretty well. A smirk forms on my lips, must had practice. "Psst." She says and giggles while playing with her greasy hair. "I heard that woman came into town... The one that killed her son." I tense at her words and swallow the substance in my mouth. "Apparently he was just a burden so one thing lead to another." She mimics a knife going across her neck and chuckles at her actions. My expression darkens under my hood and if I weren't wearing gloves, she would see how white my knuckles are. "Killed her husband too."

I let out a deep breath in attempts to remain calm but her words only escalate. "Word has it that she's got a nasty scar over her left eye." She cackles and blindly reaches for my drink. I make no move to stop her and keep my eyes peeled on the wooden table. "Supposedly her lover gave it to her, after finding out... Her mum was the White Warg." Her tone softens and I cock a brow, my arms now crossed over my chest. "Skin-Changers are wicked beasts! I heard she wiped out an entire town! I guess her sons death-"