One minute, I was stressing over Arthur's hurt ankle. The next, I was stressing over ten million things at once. I thought I stopped breathing after being squished between Arthur and someone else, who ran at us from the side. After that, the world went white for what felt like an hour but was really a split second. I still haven't opened my eyes since the world came back.
I can't catch my breath. It felt like I was drowning for a moment there, but everything is back to normal...I think. I'm so focused on my own breathing, I have yet to notice the crowd surrounding me. The voices that were merely a murmur a moment ago, are now piercing through my eardrums. I can feel my head throbbing with my heavy heartbeat, things are coming together. However, I still haven't opened my eyes, but I can see the slightly more dim sunlight shining through my eyelids. I peel one eye open at a time, the first thing that I can see is the frozen fountain on the other side of Arthur. His arm is only slightly blocking my view from whatever else is surrounding us.
Even though the sky is much darker wherever I am now compared to the morning blue sky from earlier, the light reflecting off of the snow surrounding me is bright and blinding. That doesn't stop me from spotting a scene of potential violence just on the other side of the frozen fountain. A figure that I can't quite identify or describe rushes past a scyra, who is beyond my own height, accidentally rams into the giant scyra's shoulder. The silhouette of a man comes into the light, where I notice his bright violet scyra eyes and crow black hair. I feel a sudden pull to the situation, it only gets worse when the tall scyra turns around to punch whoever pushed him. The lila eyed scyra completely disappears, most likely teleporting from the giant's wrath.
"Bastard!" The enormous scyra grows about two and a half inches taller when he spins around with his fist balled up. I take this split second of action to notice his silvery white eyes and pitch black hair, which reminds me of Sonya's hair. The scyra also appears to have hair longer than Arthur's, with it being in a ponytail and reaching, at least, to his shoulder blades. He also has freckles across his nose and cheeks, but there's nowhere near as many as Arthur's. Now that I really think about it, the huge being looks like a mixture of Sonya and Arthur, with some other features as well.
The pull suddenly grows to hard to resist, I've just shoved Arthur out of the way and begun running around the fountain. Violence is quick to draw me in, but just as quick to create tears flowing down my cheeks.
"Stop! Please!"
The scyra's fist pummels into another man's cheek, putting the other in a mildly shocked state for a second. That doesn't necessarily mean he wasn't going to just act dumbfounded forever though. The other scyra huffs and steps closer to the giant, but the tension created is broken up by one thing.
Me.
"St-"
I attempt another demand for peace, but the soul wrenching glare I receive from the enormous man immediately draws me back. The creases between his brows and around his eyes strike me in the gut. I take a step away, tripping over myself and falling to the cold, wet, cobblestone below me.
I'm not as tough and strong-willed as I used to be. I can't even look a stranger in the eye to be threatening without it reminding me of the pentagram on the back of my palm or the demon feeding lies into my brain. Those pearl eyes staring into my own bring me back to when I was beat all to hell for standing up for the hopeless ones. They bring me back to the nights I couldn't sleep so I created the very scars on my wrists while releasing tears of sorrow and suffering. At least I could face the fear back then, if only I could now.
"You little shit, do you want to die?" The scyra steps forward right as I feel my body being drained of energy. I look down to my chest, finding strange muddy-yellow looking electricity flowing from my heart. The mustard sparks meet the scyra's hand, then it comes to me. This scyra is taking my fear and using it to his advantage, I need to escape before-
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The Secrets Behind Them
AdventureA mess. A mess was created by who may have seemed good at first, with him ending the war and taking the crown from a corrupted king, has surely sprouted from a bad seed. Four scyras, who just wanted to find safety, have found themselves down a trail...
