Simon
The wet ground starts to seep into my clothes as I wait. Silence, too complete for my liking, walks through the trees. Nothing moves. Nothing breathes. Nothing except me and the whispers of the dark smoke in the ravine make a sound.
It's terrifying.
I'm terrified.
Cold fingers run up and down my back, setting my teeth on edge and sending a shudder through my body. I wish, more than anything, that I was down in that ravine, fighting whatever I need to fight and saving who I need to save. Lying here in the cold mud, I feel so completely and utterly helpless. A sitting duck.
And the longer I wait, the more terror settles into my bones. Every small sound makes me jump; every shift in the air making me wish I had my sword.
Something rustles in the trees not far off. I scramble to my feet, snatching up a downed tree branch by my feet and holding it tightly, ready to whack anyone who comes close (I know; I'm terrifying). The rustling draws steadily closer and closer until I can make out the vague outlines of two figures.
"Simon?" Calls out a familiar voice. I sigh in relief, relaxing my grip on my stick. It's Penny. Just Penny; not some Chimaera about to rip off my head. My Penny.
"Here," I croak out, surprised to find my voice hoarse. How long have I been waiting here? More importantly, how long have I kept Baz waiting?
Penny emerges from the gathering fog, and a less welcome face follows close behind: Agatha. My stomach sinks. I really don't want to deal with her right now... But I suppose I'll need all the help I can get (although one— AKA a certain Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch— might say that that's always true).
"Simon!" Agatha calls out, rushing towards me, "What's going on?"
Ignoring her, I turn to Penny.
"Penny. Baz and Fiona— they're both down there. And I'm going after them."
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Author's note:Merry Christmas, to all of you who celebrate it! This fic is going to be over soon, which will be crazy. But I think I'm either going to do a sequel or some bonus chapters! Feel free to leave me any suggestions or questions either in the comments or as a direct message!
Thanks for being the best readers ever,
— Lefty
P.S.
Enjoy my doodle of Penny— it's on the back of a bunch of notes for this fic :)
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