The night held them in a loving embraced. They were the darkness and all the life it held. Feared and forgotten warriors of old. Not good, not bad, but somewhere in the grey.
BTS X READER | based/ inspired of Ryan Kirks Nightblade trilogy. You DON'T...
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It was the perfect time of day, (y/n) mused for a view such as this. The mountains rose up before them, haloed in the warm light of the setting sun. The tall peaks could be seen for miles around. The rising moon had cast a wash of cool blue over everything on the ground. (y/n) wondered where Shiro had brought her. He would just stare out at the mountain range ahead without showing any signs of speaking. She didn't want to break his silence, so she followed his gaze and watched the sun sink out of view.
When no more than a thin slither of light could be seen, the snow atop the mountains began to glitter like diamonds, throwing the entire spectrum of colours across the land and into the air. The water of the nearby river reflected that light back. She lost her breath. And - while utterly captivated by the scene ahead - she wondered about what was going to happen next. She had left her home and was now under the care of an old warrior. It all seemed too so fast, yet she didn't mind.
After their brief break to watch the sun, they were on the move again. (y/n) had never journeyed like this before. Everyday walking further than she had in her lifetime. They walked as long as the sun was up and sometimes longer. She wanted to complain at every step, but she wanted Shiro's respect more. After the first few days travelling with the old man she adapted to his speed, she could feel herself getting light and gaining more strength by the day.
They had left the old woods awhile back and now were following a gravel path through a rocky terrain of the mountains. Moss covered the endless amounts of boulders. She trailed behind as the old man took a strange turn down a hidden path. There was no trace of civilization on the worn-out track that snaked through the blanket of tall grass and stone. The path got steeper and steeper the long they went until it broke away into a small cluster of trees.
They weaved through the trees until it opened up to a clearing.
In the clearing was a small little hut sat like a timid mouse under the sprawling boughs of an ancient oak. The brown wooded walls were furry with moss that sparkled from the dew. Its roof was heavily thatched with coarse straw, and a grey stone chimney stuck up.
Moonlight cascaded down a gap in the trees, turning into thin streams.
It felt haunted. As the thought drifted into (y/n) mind, a shiver ran down the girls back. "Do you believe in ghosts?" She suddenly busted out, only too feel quite foolish seconds later for asking such a childish question. She cursed to herself for letting her imagination get the better of her.But to her surprise, the man just laughed. "I can't really say, I've never seen one, though I see no reason for them not to exist. But there are no ghosts in these wood if you are scared."
That was embarrassing.
They both made there way inside, the door creaked as it was pushed open.
Pots and pans and other cooking necessity were stacked up in one corner. An array of weapons were strung up on display on the back wall, it had everything from throwing knives to long curved swords. (y/N) couldn't tell if made her feel safe, or terrified that she was would be cut up into millions of little pieces while she sleeps. There was a few roll mate on the floor and curtain on the wall. Other than that, the place was mostly empty.
