DAY FOUR
Pinkerton finally gave me something than other a trinket! Aaaand as of right now I don't want to do any matches as he gave me food. They're technically still children, anyways. So I'll make sure there's instead some writing with action in it! c:
And yes, I've actually started lining the piece of art I keep talking about. XD Should be done today, unless I flop and get lazy.
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The two children traveled through the forest all day long, picking their way through underbrush and thorn bushes, scrambling over roots that constantly tripped up Keffria. They did little talking, mostly because Gray kept giving the girl short answers and discouraging any other questions. Keffria had explained to her new companion that her brother—Keian—looked just like her, so that way he could look for him.
Night was slowly falling and Gray continued on, but Keffria began to jump at every little noise. A mith flitted across their path at some point, causing the girl to scream, but it held no interest to the children.
“You’re fine, Keffria, don’t scream again,” Gray said sternly, sending a glare over at his companion. She nodded, eyes flicking around.
“Alright,” she murmured. He saw that she was shaking, and withheld a groan. The boy didn’t know what a scaredy-cat he had picked up, though throughout the day he was beginning to realize how jumpy Keffria was.
They stopped when it grew too dark to continue, and the two children found a hollow log to use as shelter. Keffria dropped onto the musty leaves inside of the log, almost instantly falling asleep. She wasn’t used to traveling, and it exhausted her short limbs. Gray, however, went hunting for supper as his stomach felt as empty as their shelter.
The boy was elbow-deep in leaves, hunting for worms, when a prickling sensation tickled down his spine. He pulled out, holding two wriggling prizes as he looked around. Seeing nothing, Gray killed the worms then hunted for some more, eating a few before bringing three back to the log. He placed them near Keffria, then went out and foraged some plants. Again—as he munched on a particularly musky flower—he felt that prickling sensation.
Suddenly the boy cocked his head upward, and alarm filled his red eyes. Abandoning the flowers, he bolted toward the log, running as fast as his tired legs could carry himself. But no matter how fast he could run, a large hairy beast knocked him to the forest floor. He gasped in pain, skidding across rotting leaves and feeling a fire of pain along his side and right wing.
When Gray looked up—scrambling to get a foothold—he saw a large wolf, bigger than him, crouching a few feet away. It snarled, fangs yellowed and golden eyes flashing with the hunt. The boy began to tremble, backing up slowly.
The wolf pounced again, so quick that Gray couldn’t get away. Its fangs locked onto his hip, shredding their way down through the flesh. He screamed, writing in pain as hot blood washed over his side and leg. The beast crouched over him, and the boy watched, eyes dimming, as it swopped down for his neck. The dragon didn’t try to stop it, he felt far too weak and in pain to do anything of the sort.
But then a bright flash of silver turned the forest into day, and the wolf paused—cringing and whining as Gray closed his eyes against the abrasive light.
A silver creature stood above him, though the child’s blurry eyes that flecked with black couldn’t make out its exact shape. The wolf snarled and leapt at the new threat to its prey, but with a slash of the creature’s hand it dropped, dead. The silver being came to Gray’s side, and he screamed again as it touched that same hand to his hip.
“Easy, child,” a clear, beautiful voice whispered. The boy blinked, struggling against his consciousness that continued to slip away.
“Who...Who are—you?” He asked weakly.
“That question shall be answered one day, dearest. I cannot answer it today, however. You will be fine, rest now.”
The last thing Gray saw, before his eyes closed, was Keffria standing behind the silver being. Her eyes were large and her mouth hung open, but a snapping sound echoed between the trees and the girl dropped.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life." - John 3:16