how did i end up here?
he stands in the direct path of the bishop and his white horse, who remain completely still, the only thing moving being the horse's tail.
his eyes flicker over to his two friends clad in yellow and green, standing at a safe distance behind and out of sight from the man on the horse, and then back to the bishop. he knows there's only so much time before the bishop dressed in red approaches him. he's gotta do something.
he can't signal to his friends or anything, that'll give them away. there's only one clear option that keeps them within the arms of safety.
run.
he looks back to his friends and can see the looks of despair and sadness in their eyes, especially the girl's. she shakes her head slowly, stepping forward a couple steps.
he gives one look at her. i'll be back. he hopes she got the message in his eyes.
he turns over his shoulder and runs as fast and hard as he can, away from the man with the red cloak, who charges immediately after him on his horse, and away from his two friends.
"TYL-" she starts to yell, but the other man clamps his hand over her mouth, ducking behind the rocks. they can't risk being seen by nico.
the bishop in red stops momentarily to look behind him at the source of the noise, but upon seeing nothing, he turns back around and resumes his pursuit of the rogue man in the green jacket.
the bandito leader lets out a quiet breath of relief. "we have to go." he tells her. her breath staggers a little. she lets out several deep breaths and shakes her head. "no...we-we just got him back, we can't-"
"jenna." he says, looking at her calmly. she looks up at him through her clouded eyes.
"he'll come back. i know he will." he reassures the crystal-eyed blonde. she stands for a few seconds, remembering the look in his eyes when he left. she sniffs and wipes her eye, nodding a couple times.
"let's head back to camp."
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