Ch. 4

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William's POV

I hear the door open and close as the person who took me in entered the room. I hear shuffling of some sort of cloth and something being taken off. I think they just took off their shoes.

They walk to the bed I lay in as I still fake sleep. They set something on the bed side table and start dipping something in water.

I was so tempted to look but I had to keep playing. If they see that I'm awake, I don't know what they'll do to me. 

The person stops suddenly from whatever they were doing and the next few moments were filled with an eerie silence before I hear them sniffing. 

What the f-

Before I could finish my  thought, the person suddenly jumps on me, straddling my hips and then wraps both their hands around my throat, choking me. My eyes shot open and using the adrenaline in my body, I wrap my hands around the person's neck as well, choking them as they choke me.

My eyes inspect the person on top of me as we both strangle each other. It was a girl first off. Her skin was pale, a complete contrast to my tan skin. Her eyes were a striking blue as I stared at her and had blonde hair to compliment her eyes. Her hair was in four cornrows, ending in a tuff of blonde hair. She had a headband on her head with a metal emblem in the front, probably made of steel or copper. Her clothes were made of a dark brown leather material in the form of a skirt like armor, exposing her legs . At her waist was animal skin and both sides of her waist were weapons. A kukri dagger and hatchet. She had leather shoulder pads with a bandage like shirt peeking out of her skirt armor and down her arms were arm guards but on her right arm was of animal skin while the left was a regular leather guard.

Wait. Girl with strange hair, hatchet and dagger. Is she a shaman?

I've never encountered a shaman before in my time being a knight but I heard stories about them, most of them coming from fellow knights. They say they are animal like warriors,  more unhinged than the berserker and quicker too. They hear voices all the time and they also say they eat human flesh to quell them.

Knowing this, I became confused. Why did a shaman save me? Wouldn't she just eat me alive or something like that?

We held each other for a good minute until she broke the silence.

"You're a terrible liar." she said. She then released me before continuing. "I could smell the fear rolling off you. It was faint, meaning you weren't afraid a lot but there was a hint of it. Plus I could hear your heart pounding harder than it had last time I was in here."

"Ummmm...what?" I said dumbstruck by the fact she's talking to me and not eating me. I mean I'm glad that she hasn't done it...yet but the fact she has social skills blew me away.

"You heard me. I'm not repeating my self again" she shot back. 

She then reached over to the bed side table and grabbed what I just found out was a piece of cloth damp with water and a bowl filled with water and started rubbing my head with it.

It felt nice. It was slowly soothing the mild headache I had. It felt so nice, I was actually slowly falling asleep. I would be too but then I realize she's still on me.

"You're still on me" I said as she continued rubbing my head with the wet cloth.

"And?" she said 

Seeing that she has no problem with it and personally, me too as long as she isn't hurting me, I said "Nothing just wanted to clear the air".

She smirks and say "Are you embarrassed? Never had a girl sit on you like I am doing right now before?"

"What?! No!" I shout surprised. 

She chuckles and stops rubbing my head. She looks at me with a look I feel uncomfortable with and I stare back, not knowing what to do.

"You know, It so easy right now to just take a bite out of you. One or two sweet bites of your delectable flesh and you would bleed out" she says coolly.

"Then why haven't you" I shot back, feeling like a cornered prey.

"Because you'll bleed out on my  bed and I don't feel like taking hours to clean up my sheets of your blood" she says

My frown in confusion but before I could say anything else, she gets off me, puts on her sandal like shoes, and speaks again.

"I'm gonna go out and hunt. Get some rest. Or don't. I don't care" she says and then she leaves, leaving me to my thoughts.

What the fuck was that?


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