Ravens [Dreamnotfound/Gream]

2. Picture perfect

"Ma'am, can you please tell us what happened," A frustrated Nick, better known as Sapnap, asked the crying lady. Bad was standing in front of the body, watching it intently. The lady couldn't stop crying, her hand wiping the flow of tears every now and then. Sapnap looked at George for help, cocking his head to the side in an irritated manner. George turned to the lady and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I know it's hard, but it will be okay. We will be able to find the murderer if you tell us what they look like," said George softly, patting her reassuringly. She wiped her eyes and her lip trembled slightly, "I promise we will."

The lady composed herself a bit, exhaling shakily. "It was a young man, he had brown hair I think and green eyes, I suppose. I couldn't really make out much of his face, but he was carrying a bow and his hands were covered in blood, so I'm pretty sure he committed the murder," she began, staring at where Clay was standing originally.

"Well.. did you see him actually kill the man?" George asked and Sapnap raised an eyebrow. "I mean.. for all you know, it could have been a huge misunderstanding."

"He had blood on his hands and was standing in the place of the murder, what more proof do you need?" Sapnap scoffed, returning back to the body to see what Bad was deducing. George frowned but didn't argue, inquiring the lady a bit more before the three of them decided to head to a house near the middle of the town, a small yet cosy house in which a friendly woman who just so happened to be an artist lived.

The three men stood in front of the house, waiting alongside the lady they were inquiring. The atmosphere was tense, nobody was talking, except for Bad, who kept explaining to George how amazing potatoes were. George nodded absentmindedly, letting out hums in response. The rigid door swung open, almost hitting Bad in the face.

She had short brown hair and dark brown eyes, a friendly face with a tiny smile. "Hello gentlemen, how may I help you today?" she asked politely, letting her hand rest on the door handle. "We need you to draw a few posters for us of a certain man. Mrs. Brooker will describe him as best as she can and we want you to draw him."

She thought for a while, before opening the doors fully and inviting them inside. Her house was very nice. It had canvases all over the room, paint splattered on the table and two cups filled with water, one with a piece of parchment stuck on one of the cups that read oil paint water in bold.

The lady, who's name was Adelina, sat down and picked up her parchment, holding ink in one hand and looking down. "Tell me what the man looks like," Adelina spoke softly, drumming her fingers on top of the wooden table. Mrs Brooker sat down, as well as George, Sapnap and Bad.

"Well.. he looked like he was about twenty, he had medium length brownish hair, with green eyes and a very apathetic expression on his face. He was tall, with a rather stocky build," said Mrs. Brooker, bearing a melancholy expression, "he was wearing typical leather clothes and was carrying a bow on his back."

Adelina hummed, the scratching of the quill echoing inside of the house. She made a few swipes on the parchment, "Can you describe his facial features?" she asked and Mrs. Brooker nodded.

"His nose was slightly hooked and his eyes were rather round," she continued, setting her hands on the table whilst she tried recalling all of the details on his face, "He had sharp eyebrows. I think that's about all I remember."

Bad shifted his weight in his chair, peeking to look at the parchment. Adelina smiled and turned it over, showing it to the lady, "Does this look right?"

George peered at the parchment, scrunching up his nose slightly. There was something very familiar about him, George just couldn't pinpoint what it was. Mrs. Brooker nodded, swallowing cautiously, "Yes, that's exactly what he looked like."

"Perfect, thank you so much, Adelina," Sapnap answered, flashing her a small smile. Adelina nodded, taking back the parchment, "Could you please redraw that a few times? I'll pay you, don't worry about the money."

"Of course, give me a few minutes and it should be done," Adelina replied, picking up a few more parchments and redrawing the man on all of them. George couldn't stop staring at the parchment.

When Adelina was done with the papers, she handed them over to Sapnap, who took them and gave her a few golden coins into the other hand. She smiled softly, putting them aside and standing up.

"This was very pleasant, thank you for stopping by, Nick," she grinned, looking back at all of them, "you too, Darryl and George. Always a pleasure to have you three around."

George smiled shyly and Bad gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up as the four of them left the house. "Thank you for telling us about the murder, Mrs. Brooker. We will try and find him as soon as possible," Sapnap said hastily, folding the parchments and putting them into his pocket. Mrs. Brooker nodded as the three guards walked towards the castle gates, slipping through and into the castle. The castle was crowded full of different guards and the king's advisors, different cooks and maids chatting or doing their job.

Sapnap was immediately approached by a footman with dark messy hair and a maid with long brown locks. "Are they out of baguettes already?" Bad interjected before Sapnap could even ask what they wanted. The footman, Vincent, shot them an unamused glare, rolling his eyes at the guard, "Darryl, just because I'm from france doesn't mean I eat baguettes all day."

Bad smiled apologetically, making George snort and the maid giggle. Vincent suppressed a smile, turning to Sapnap, "Nick, have you seen the king? We have been looking everywhere for him but he just disappeared."

"Didn't he go out today?" Sapnap inquired and the maid nodded his head hastily, putting his hands on his hips, "He ordered us to clean this one room but it's full of maggots. I am NOT getting my dress destroyed."

"Finn," Vincent let out in an exasperated manner, "your dress is the least of our problems. The room is literally filled to the brim with maggots!"

George raised his eyebrow as he watched the two bicker over whether or not Finn's dress was a valid excuse to not do the job. "Alright, look, if it were the king's orders, then it were the king's orders. Get back to work," Sapnap hissed, tapping his foot impatiently. Finn groaned, tugging on the french man's sleeve as he pulled him away, walking in the direction of the room.

There was a pregnant pause, before Sapnap took out the drawings and frowned. "We don't know his name," he began, gesturing for George and Bad to follow him, "What do you suggest we write down then?"

"How about something hardcore.. like... nightmare?" Bad suggested excitedly, earning a groan from Sapnap and chuckle from George. They made their way to the office room, Sapnap taking a quill into his hand and dipping it into ink.

"Nightmare? This man looks like the complete opposite of that," Sapnap started and paused, his eyes darting to the parchment, "that's it! How about we call him Dream?"

"Dream?" George inquired but Sapnap has already written down Dream in big bold letters. He stared down at the wanted posters. "We should hang them up."

The three boys split the papers equally, walking around the town and hanging them up on the walls. When George was done with his task, he decided to take a walk to clear his head.

This was really one of his first big tasks and he had no idea what he was going to do about "Dream". As he walked briskly, his head swarmed with thoughts.

On one hand, he was sort of excited. It wasn't every day that these sort of things happened. Being a guard usually meant making sure everyone is following the rules, but after a while it gets boring. A lot of crime didn't really happen a lot so this was something new.

George walked in a random direction, accompanied by only his thoughts as he wandered through the woods.