~VICTIM OF GLUTTONY~

CHAPTER 6: Agony of the Cursed

Willow sat in shock. The curse, the brand, the book, it was a lot to take in. Wren sighed, her eyes flickering with fear.
"You don't need to believe it, Willow, you really don't."
Willow rested a hand on her shoulder, and Wren gazed into her. With the amount of proof, how could she believe it was a lie? But it all made sense now, the terrorbeak encounter, the multiple tones in her voice, the rabbit? It was all connected.
"It.. Makes sense. I knew you lied about the rabbit. No rock could only shatter one part of the skull but keep the spine intact. And the teeth marks, no hound would leave those."
Wren laughed, playfully punching Willow's arm. They sat, gazing at the cooling embers of the fire as streaks of dawn set over the horizon. Wren felt a wave of uncertainty, her eyes narrowing.
"Willow, do you think anybody else is out there? Well, here, in the Constant?"
Willow turned to her, her eyes filled with curiosity. She chuckled, looking back at the dying fire.
"I found you, didn't I? I'm sure there is, considering the asshole who controls this place likes to play games."
Wren gazed at her hands, but, something was off.. We're her normal fingertips always that shade of black? Or.. Black at all? Her eyes widened, as a slight whisper filled her ears.
What's the problem, songbird? Don't you think there's gotta be some way to repay us?
Wren gazed at her hands, but blinked a few times. The shadow retracted, leaving her normal hand. She sighed, standing up. Willow looked to her, as she felt.. Rain? Why was it raining? It was almost the end of Autumn, but that never meant rain. Unless it were to turn into snow. Willow groaned, and Wren smiled. She looked to Willow, and waved.
"I'm gonna go get some better food rations before winter really starts. Stay here, okay? Do you need anything before I leave?"
Willow shook her head, and sighed as small flakes fell with the rain. Wren walked away, her figure seeming a bit more strange than usual. Did Wren always look so haggard? Willow batted these thoughts away, as the axe bearing woman faded from view.