Comatose | Sequel To: Enigma |

Ch.3 - No Friend Of Mine

A/N: Just started watching Robin Hood and woah Guy of Gisborne yes ladies! Damn Richard is such a brilliant actor... This account might be based on him and his characters... but I still have a passion for other characters as well but woah... Would anyone want to see a love story about Sir Guy? Once I finish up this sequel of course

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"Have you heard Enmira killed ten more last night!"
"I thought it was twenty!"
"Another town has fallen."
"Hope they kill her for what she's done."

The daily gossip in the taverns never fail to amuse me. Everyday it's something new, concerning what I've supposedly done. Yesterday they said that I had killed a man just because he bumped into me. Now it's back to destroying towns and leaving no survivors. I'm curious who comes up with this stuff. They must hold some kind of grudge if these rumors are able to escalate within a day. I stare blankly at my untouched cup of ale and lean back in my seat with a frown.

"What else can I get you, sir?" One of the bar wenches asks with a flirtatious smile.

I avoid making eye contact and flip a few gold coins onto the table, not uttering a word. She sighs at my lack of interest and takes the payment with a huff. My eyes trail over to the small fire, watching as all the wood gets eaten away. Reminds me a lot of myself actually. All these lies and emotions are the things hurting me the most. Everyday it grows more fierce and no matter what I do, nothing will be able to protect me from the growing flames. The life I have is slowly being burned away and I'll soon be nothing but ash. I tap my foot on the ground as my stomach growls, for I have not eaten in a few days. I've had no choice but to stay in the forest, since I wouldn't be able to fight properly. My left wrist took some damage after punching that tree, just days before. It hurts like hell and without proper medicine, I have to wait till it heals itself. But I'm not gonna wait that long and let myself starve to death.

My mouth starts to water at the very smell of fresh meat, which I know I must quickly scarf down and go. If I risk being here for another hour then that could end badly. I peer down at my bandaged hand, when some pain starts to surface, and make a mental note to buy some medicine later. I have enough coin to last me a good while but my name is plastered on almost every wall. It'll come to the point, where I won't even be able to go into a town without being recognized. Now that they know how I dress and what specific features I have. The hood automatically gives it away but if I take it off, then they'll for sure know how I look. If I didn't have this scar I would be able to roam around freely and maybe, not get caught.

The woman sets down a plate of cooked venison and I quickly snatch it before she says anything. She grumbles at my rudeness and stomps away back towards the men that eye her. I scoff and chomp down at the food in front of me. My tastebuds instantly jump at the delicious flavor and it increases my hunger. I look up for a split second and eye the empty chair across from me, noticing how everyone else has company. Mahal I miss Thorin and Alavar so much. I spent weeks trying to track him but some higher power up there must really hate me. It had snowed moments after I woke up from my black out and I didn't get enough prints to see where they went. Sniffing them out wasn't an option either since I most likely wouldn't be able to shift back to normal. There wasn't any rumors about a boy being taken and it's like they just vanished. After a month, one could only assume the worst. I no longer had time to look for Alavar, since I was too busy running away from the men trying to kill me. Even so, I bet he doesn't even remember me. If he still has that necklace, then I pray that somehow he was able to make it to Erebor.

I hadn't noticed how lonely I was until now. There's no one watching out for me to make sure I'm ok. I have no one to talk to and I don't even know where I'm going. I've been traveling in random directions this entire time, just staying in the places that don't know about me. There's not many villages left that are oblivious to the murder Enmira. It'll be harder to get food and a proper nights rest as time goes by. Guess I'll end up living like Beorn. I stuff the last pieces of meat into my mouth, disappointed that it still hasn't satisfied my hunger completely. At least now it's not as intense to the point where I can't even think.