Annalise lived in a small village along the kingdom named Ellesmere with her parents.
She was a mere peasant girl who seeks the stories that seemed to find its way into her mind after hearing of a demon lurking in the shadows.
A inhuman entity tha...
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Annalise sat on the wooden bed, watching Scott as he put a certain liquid on her foot. The pain was replaced with a numbness, making her feet buzz uncomfortably. She wasn't complaining about it, but was instead thankful for the kindness he offered her. But her mind was elsewhere altogether, nonetheless.
She couldn't stop thinking about Void and the way he made her feel in those moments they shared together. She cloud almost feel the guilt eating away at her, like a hawk on the dead. She felt as if she had already betrayed the Gods without consenting to Void. But curiosity will always get the best of her.
"We are done!" Scott said happily while smiling at Annalise, her heart swelling at his adorable grin. She smiled back and gently let her feet touch the ground once again.
"I owe you a great deal ... merci." Annalise thanked him sincerely and he shrugged, looking behind her obviously thinking about saying something. He seemed conflicted with himself for a few seconds before he decided to speak his mind.
"What exactly were you doing in those woods?"
Annalise heart beat picked up as his warm chocolate eyes stared deeply into hers, as if he knew what she was thinking. She was about to lie once again but a loud knock came to the huts door. Scott took a once over of Annalise before turning and walking to the door.
Opening the hut, Scott came face to face with the familiar face of Jackson Whittemore, one of his friends. Annalise didn't ever speak or even glance his way as his reputation wasn't the best, having heard of some pretty horrible things he has done to folks around town. He also was just like Issac, but slightly worse.
He was the perfect fit for a womanizer, dirty blonde hair and deep green eyes. His face was a gift as his structure was all muscle. Annalise didn't find him attractive in the very least, on the inside at least. And she will probably never feel anything for as long as she will live.
Annalise knew that Lydia Martin and himself were infatuated with each other but have never put a label on them. Instead they would be caught sneaking around town together, doing stuff Annalise rather not think about.
Jackson noticed Annalise immediately and a skeptical look arose on his face. Glancing between the two, his face became contorted into a dubious look.
"Allison is wondering where you are, but I guess this is an exception." Jackson smirked slightly while turning to Annalise, winking distastefully. Annalise mouth widened as her eyes grew big at the hint of certain intercourse suggestion.
"I was just helping her with a few things, Jackson. Allison has Isaac to be with, anyways." Scott said rather harshly, anger beginning to show on his features as he glared at Jackson. He put his hands up in surrender, laughing slightly.
