Carmine (Completed)

Chapter 21

The longer I was in here, the more my location became a fog to me. It was annoying walking down those hallowed halls. Janilla mapped out my path, but thank Ashuor for my good hearing. We almost ran into a horde of templar. Janilla admitted any other way was on the other side of the chapel and it was likely we ran into the judgments there.

Fantastic, that was my bad luck at its finest. I needed a good roll of luck.

We kept on running into many blockades. The alarm obviously been sent out. They were probably locking us in.

How big was this place?

I passed sacks of wheat and my belly growled at the sight of them. They were plenty perched in one corner of the room. The walls consisted of bland stone in the aspirant glow of the candles.

"Are you alright, my Lady?" Janilla asked.

I turned towards her and saw where her eyes were directed. My left hand became pale. The bandage was soaked red. My left arm was numb. A huge weight fell on my shoulder.

My fingers were not moving much anymore. The pain may have subsided somewhat, but it never vibrated good vibrations to only have one working arm. Gritting my teeth, I needed to focus on escaping and stop worrying.

I gestured for her to move forward with my spear. "I am fine. Come."

We moved toward the wheat. My ears perked to the gentle flow of the air and the breathing of a person.

I tensed and took to the shadows of this empty room. The next room made me lucky, but darkness held the doorway. I slithered up to the door's frame and got around the edge.

Someone was on the ground. His body heaved and tilted, yet his breathing was heavy. I focused my eyes on his attire.

It was that champion.

His breathing stopped. I stepped back. His body shot back up, the sword was drawn.

I retreated into the light and stopped in the center of this empty room. The spear was pointed upward as I stood my ground. Janilla grabbed hold of my amice. 

He came into the doorway. His stance, was uneven, while his steps were labored. Blood drained along the length of his trousers. It stained dark with it in large patches.

He squinted his dark red eyes at me.

Had I, the ability to fight him? I wanted nothing to do with this.

He dropped and hit the floor. A groan escaped him before panting. Janilla and I traded curious looks.

I told her to stay as I went over.

I said, "Sir?”

No response came.

I said, “You know I could help you—but for that, I need your help to get me out of this place."

He fidgeted then he turned over, the sword in his left hand. Right hand on the wound of his stomach, "Stupid woman, I am supposed to kill you..."

True, but you could not achieve your goal in that state, fool.

I smiled. "Ohhhhh, I know my position very well. You were left for dead. You have no one. Your patron master does not want you. Her servant thinks lowly of you. But I do not, I need you right now. How about it." I laid my hand out. "Join me."

"Your arrogance—"

"Forget my arrogance! Choose a side!" I shouted a bit too loud. My position was probably given away.

His head shifted to the side. I rounded his frame and looked into his deadpan eyes. He looked young. Erot was a cruel mistress.

What a waste and I hated wasting things. I slapped his leg with the spear. His eyes widened. "Why die in her embrace and not mine?"