Renoir quickly got up but was pushed away by his injured brother. "S-stay back." Lucifer stuttered trying to stand, attempting to stop the bleeding that stained his cream colored shirt. Renoir ignored his warning and pick him up, running out of the house, people from the village giving him glares and horrified looks as he past. He reached Doctor corks shop and banged on the door. It creaked open once more, door as Cork stood in the door way. "Come in come in." Was all his stayed motioning Renoir to come in. He walked in laying Luce on the stone table, putting pressure on his wound. Cork walked over a potion in one hand and a piece of cloth in the other. "How did this happen?" He asked, pulling up Luce's shirt to revel the wound, placing the cloth that had a bit of the potion on it, it quickly staying red. "Well... We got into and argument about of parents and I turned around so quickly I didn't know that the arrow had struck him until the last second.." Renoir said, looking off to the side. "Nice going.." A familiar voice called, it was the newcomer, Adrian. His wound was patched, bandages covering his right shoulder, he stood in the door way, pulling down his shirt then putting his red cloak back on. "Shut up.." Renoir mutter, looking at his brother with a worried gaze. "Will he be alright?" Renoir gazed in a suddle whisper, looked up at Doctor Cork. "He should be fine.. But, he'll be a lot weaker and won't live as long as intended.." He explained, finishing up on the bandages. Renoir was shook for a moment but quickly shook it a way, giving an understanding nod.
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A/N
Oof a sad and short chapter. The next one will be longer I swear.
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РазноеRenoir lives in a village with his brother Lucifer, life is great, crops are stocked, markets are selling more goods, and it seems like nothing can go wrong. Until one day, the day that changes everything and may cost a life, a life of those who wil...
