In history, there are stories of legends. Beings of great power and unmatched feats of skill, that their names inspire tales that are passed on from parent to child. However, there are some stories that are hardly told. Stories that have been wiped...
Elly: Not until these fuckloids stop staring at me.
As we continue to walk through the town, Elly got tired of the stares and decided to just stick her middle fingers out. I guess she's gotten used to this kind of bigotry.
(Y/n): 'I might not like... well, everyone. But even I get tired of this kind of racism. It was funny the first 80 years or so, but now it's just getting childish'.
Peach: Ah, here we are.
Ahead of us is a large building with a sign that says: Thorn and Thistle's Inn
Elly: Oh, thank God! My arms are starting to get tired.
Brock: Thorn and Thistle's Inn? That doesn't sound like a good name for a place where you sleep.
We make our way into the Inn and are greeted by a man behind the front desk.
Man: Hello! Welcome to the Thorn and Thistle's Inn. How can I help?
He takes a look at Elly and sees her fox ears.
Man: Also my apologies if anyone in this town has caused you any problems, ma'am.
Elly: Eh. You get used to it.
Man: Anyway, how many rooms do you need?
Peach: Two, please.
We are given our room keys and head up.
Peach: Brock and (y/n), you take one room. The rest of us will take the other. We shall begin our search after breakfast tomorrow. Right now, rest.
She hands me a room key, I head into the room with Brock following me.
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(Y/n): 'I'm gonna have to hold off on my nightly ritual for this mission. Can't risk it with a Huntress so close'.
Brock: Well goodnight, (y/n).
(Y/n): Night.
We get into our separate beds, waiting for what tomorrow has in store for us.
[Location: grimm castle outskirts]
(Next day after fire)
A lone beowolf lays on a flat patch of land, sleeping.
*crash*
However, it's slumber is ruined when a burnt chair crashes next to it. It jumps a little and slowly walks near the chair, sniffing it.
*crash*
Another burnt chair lands behind the beowolf, making it jump again. Spinning around, it eyes the other chair before looking up. It jumps out of the way as a sink crashes where it once was. The beowolf turns around and tries to make a run for it. Only to be crushed by a fridge.
