Broken Blade

It'll all be okay

        Describing how she felt as hurt would be an understatement. The closest thing to compare it to would be being both burnt and drowned at the same time. It was agony that seemed to last an entire life time. When she felt it leave her as suddenly as it had come she couldn't open her eyes out of fear that the pain would return. 

        After a few brief seconds of feeling nothing but the wind hitting her face she finally managed to open her eyes her senses slowly coming back to her. Looking around she coughed hard her entire body shaking managing to whimper out loud as if to reassure herself, "I made it... Drangleic."

        Feeling the cool stone touching her threw the fabric on her arms she managed to slowly sit up wincing slightly in pain as her muscles spasm at the sudden movement pitching her forward as she just barley managed to catch herself managing to whisper, "How long... how long was i out?"

        Hearing no response nor expecting one her muscles slowly relaxed as she looked up seeing her blade, her shield, and her mask on the ground scattered around, her blade stabbed into the stone. Managing to  put one foot beneath her she gripped her sword using it to pull her up the rest of the way pulling her blade out of the stone right as she smelt something...fowl. Looking behind her she saw a humanoid figure standing still almost as if it was staring at her.

        It was obvious to see that it once was a man a very long time ago, its armor red with the symbol of a falcon on its shoulder as it continued to come to her i body it's shuddering and shaking yet moving with surprising speed. She barley managed to raise up her blade stopping the undeads sword strike with her hand guard before kicking the thing hard in the knee hearing a satisfying crunch as the undead falls hitting the ground hard before without even thinking she gripped her sword and stabbed the creature right at its eye breathing heavy

        Panting hard she managed to say in a low tone "that's a great way to greet someone." She slowly pulled out her sword before sheathing it on her back looking around relieved to notice no one else around. Although she mused, is it appropriate to call them people? The mark had completely taken them and driven them insane.

        She paused slightly biting her lip trying to remember why the mark was so important... before her eyes widened, of course because she was affected by it...that's why she had come here to this odd hell hole in the first place, to maybe find the cure that she so desperately needed. After a second of breathing in and out she started to talk "My name is Lucatiel of Mirrah, I'm one of the best sword users in the land, im affected by the curse and i need to find a cure."

         After a few moments of repeating it over and over again she looked down to the dead hollow its eyes and body lifeless before after a moment she knelled down going threw the things pockets. After a few moments of going threw the dead hollows bag she found an odd..medallion. The thing glowed a slight light obvious in the very dark surroundings providing a small comforting warmth. Holding it for a second she couldn't help but feel a small warmth deep in her chest that she hadn't felt in such a long time.

        Closing her eyes for a brief moment she gripped the yellow medallion tight in her hand before putting it in her pocket keeping it very close to her before getting up leaning down and grabbing her mask putting it on before slowly limping off exhausted but to paranoid to stay in open spot whispering. "It will all be okay, i just need to survive, it will all be okay."