For Honor: The Quest For Peace: Male Warden Reader x Shaman

Chapter 6:

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Time: Night 9:25pm:

Location: Viking's Valkenheim Trail:

(Y/N)'s PoV:

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A strong blizzard falls heavy on our shivering bodies. The night sky decays the only light we have to see. The clouds invade the sky whilst we suffer below. She, the mysterious Shaman, is dead cold shuddering, standing a breath away from me. I don't think she wants to stand up to me and tell me she wants to find shelter, since she doesn't like speaking, so I best speak for her.

"Look, I suggest we find shelter."

She nodded in complete agreement. Her teeth collide together in a reflex of the harsh weather.

I take lead, pushing through the shrubs into the complete swarm of trees. I hear her footsteps behind me, then my tattered BlackStone cape was pulled on elegantly. I look over my shoulder to see her hand squeezing on it, staying behind me and close.

I instead reach behind my back, and extended a hand for her's. She grasped it lightly, as we brake through a clearing of trees. Like we were blessed, we found an abandoned water mill in an open field, with a frozen river to sit besides it.

I cross over the decaying bridge and kick open the front door. We enter inside the dust covered room, weapons drawn for safety. I located the stairs instantly, and indicated for the Shaman to search the ground level. I edge up the steps, the creaks exposing me.

Upon reaching the top floor, vines and natural life try to invade through a gaping hole in the roof. The night shines down, but darkness still invaded the surroundings.

I enter into a bedroom, a double spread bed in the centre, sheets so tattered and ripped. There was a small fireplace in the corner, two small wooden chairs to accompany it. Finished with the search, I wander back down stairs.

"Shaman? Upstairs is clear. Did you find anything?"

I turned a corner to see a stand off. The Shaman I've adventured with is wielding her weapons, and with a good reason. A Samurai flashes his shiny blade at the woman, armour to mask any attacks. I believe it's an Orochi, a very fast attacking Samurai. His eyes lock to me.

???: "Who are you?"

His voice was deep, and very rough. I rest my hand on my blade, but gave him an answer.

"I'm (Y/N), a Warden of Ashfeld. Who might you be?"

He didn't respond, but seemed to be concerned on the aggressive Viking.

"Look, I'm not gonna hurt you, and she won't unless you try something stupid, so I suggest holstering that blade. So might I ask, who are you?"

I stepped closer. He looked to my surrendering palms and holstered his weapons, hand ready to defend if needed. This calmed the nerve of the Shaman as she too surrendered from the standoff, moving feral like to stand behind me.

Yuuto: "I'm Yuuto, a Samurai from the north. I come here for adventure, and to try to fix the alliance."

"Well, pleasure to meet your acquaintance, but why are you in here?"