The Scythe: Death's Arise

Chapter 5: An Elf And A Dragon

As Thomas slowly began to regain a conscious state, the murmured sounds of bustling people in the distance started to sharpen and the array of dizzying color orbs began to take shape of the environment around him. He sat up and held his head where the pain of being slammed into the ground still resided. Thomas noticed he was only wearing his pants. His entire torso, top of his head, hands, and forearms were all wrapped in bandages.

"Hey, sit down. You shouldn't be moving." A strange girl walked in. She was wearing a long crimson robe. Thomas immediately took notice that she was not human, nor any species he'd ever laid seen in person. Her hair was a natural ginger color, but her other features were very different.

Her skin was a light grey color, her eyes scarlet red. She had horn protruding from her forehead. Though Thomas had never seen one of this species, he knew the characteristics very well; this was a demon.

He quickly backed towards the wall to get away but with his quick movements, blood spurted from his head wound and he fell unconscious once more.

Just then two men entered the room. One was slightly shorter than Thomas, standing at 5'8". He had long blonde hair tied up in a topknot, a scar over his right eye, and he portrayed the most distinctive feature of his race: the pointed ears of the elves.

"What happened here?"

"Sorry, Sir Zephron, he awoke but when he saw me he tried to back away and his head wound opened back up and he passed out."

"Don't apologize, Angelina. And stop calling me 'sir', Zephron is fine." The elf said as he leaned back against a wall.

"Do you think he backed away just because I'm a demon?" The girl, Angelina, asked.

"Well, he's just a normal soldier. He's probably never seen a demon, much less one to call an ally." The second man, who stood in the doorway to the small room, spoke up. He had messy black hair and was closer to Thomas's height than his elven friend.

"Let's go Drake, we don't have time to sit around leisurely." Zephron said, addressing the human.

"He's been here for two days." Angelina said before the two men were out of earshot, "What if he does this everytime he wakes up? I like helping people and all but I can't do this forever."

"You'll be fine." Drake shouted from the other room.

Another day passed before Thomas awoke once more. He noticed less bandages now but they were still on his forearms, head, and chest.

Where am I? How long have I been here? Wait... I remember... There was a girl. She was a demon girl. Hm. I need to get out of here.

Thomas stood up and looked around for Lamina Morte, the large scythe he had in the forest. He seemed to be in a large room dedicated to storing food. There were large crates and boxes filled with different vegetables, fruits, and grain. He began searching around and through the crates for the large mythical weapon.

"C'mon man, we just got those last week; you don't have to throw them all over the floor." Thomas turned around quickly and saw the black haired man standing in the doorway.

"Who are you?" Thomas asked immediately.

"Manners, you're in my home, under my care, introduce yourself first." The man said.

"Right, I am sorry. My name is Thomas Marshall."

"Hm, for someone who was dragged out in the middle of the woods by a cult I'd figure I'd at least recognize your name. Not know exactly, but like, when you kinda remember someone but not really so you fake it just to be nice."